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December 15, 2009



what a lovely dilemma - I couldn't pick between 'em, personally! I have no idea what I'll do when finally faced with having control over a kitchen of my very own. It'll probably never get done, because I'll never be able to make the decision!

And I'm so sorry to hear about your father. The prognosis sounds good - I'm glad. My mother has a rather rare autoimmune disease that has been taking her away from us, piece by piece, for seven years, so I sympathize. I remember how hard getting that news was; it's still that hard to get a fresh round of bad news, even seven years later. But some days it just feels completely normal.

Wishing you more of those easy days, where the hardest thing you have to do is decide which tile you'll still love most in 10 years -


Hi Sarah,

Your comment brought a tear to my eye. Which is quite a feat for a blog comment. Wow. Thank you so much. I had no idea you were going through that with your mother. I'm very sorry to hear that too.

Also, thanks for understanding the rest of my blog- that something like choosing kitchen tile is a fun dilemma to have. I do feel that it's a lucky little blessing right now, yes. It's a welcome distraction. I'll keep you posted with pictures, maybe you can help me pick some.

Talk soon,


Lili Fugit

In my experience with tiles, it is impossible to get tired of Moroccan Anything.

Because the cabinetry is so Gothic, Spanish might be a good choice too. Most Spanish tile, and a lot of Spanish design in general, is a merging of Gothic and Moorish, so that's something to think about too.

Hmmm..... the agony of choice.....

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