Friday, 31 August 2012
A Consequence of Tiled Floors
I grew up in a cold place - England - and all houses that I knew had wall-to-wall carpeting, even in the bathrooms. It was a great culture shock for me to set up house in South Africa with tiles everywhere except the bedrooms. One good reason for this is that South Africans are outdoor people, especially the men, and I soon realised I had zero chance of persuading my husband to take off his dirty shoes on entering the back door. Also, tiles are nice and cool and a delight to walk on with bare feet in our hot summers. I do feel sorry though for tiny children learning to walk: there are many hard falls and large bruises. An unexpected consequence has been that I have been reluctant to use the beautiful cut glass items I brought back with me as wedding presents from the UK. I have lovely whiskey and wine glasses, trifle bowls and milk and sugar sets. After some early accidents, the survivors have been placed firmly in a display cupboard never to be used again. Ditto china tea-sets. My best friend, M, has about three in her house (I've never seen them), which she inherited from her mother. She is too scared to use them. I've recently been tempted to break my rule though: I confess that I have been influenced by an advert for whiskey in which a sophisticated couple are drinking out of stunning cut glasses which sparkle and reflect the light in a magical and seductive way and I'm sure the whiskey looks a more beautiful golden color as a result.