Grateful For... A Boring Tile? Really???

This week it was a toss up of grateful proportions.

Harp on about the fabulous people in my life who have made these school holidays just magnificent (because they are and they have)?

or...

Exalt the praises of one materialistic little thing that I think is pretty magnificent too?

After laughing at Hubby and his ridiculous 'love at first sight' moment with a surf ski yesterday, I proceeded to have my very own 'birds singing around my head' fall in love moment in the middle of a Craft Decor store that very afternoon.

It's a sad but satisfying life I lead.

Once I had this tiled little baby in my hands, I clutched it to my chest and held it up to every other tile in the place, confirming my heart thumping suspicions that it was indeed 'the one'.

The one that turned the overwhelming but exciting prospect of a bathroom reno into pure colour-scheme-in-an-instant bliss.

Um, you can't tell in the pic but there are tiny lines of glossy white (hello wall tiling) and chrome (hello fittings) within the tiles of natural colours (hello floor tiles and benchtops). Boring. Practical. But cleeeeean (and grout challenged).

I'm shamefully grateful for this little piece of colour coordinated magic that has me in a superficial, vain spin.
(As well as the prospect of overhauling the 'ensuite of horrors' in the near future.)

Not so grateful for the price tag.
Turns out it wasn't 'per metre' of gorgeous little border but 'per 25cm tile' of gorgoeus little border.
Hmmm.
You can't put a price on true love though.
Right, Hubby??



Linking up with other Grateful Gerties @ Maxabella Loves  this week.

Pop over and see if someone is going to make you watch paint dry to beautifully complement this post.

Shar :-)