Week 31: Black Galaxy

In ordering countertops, Clint and I opted for the gaudiest granite name we could find: Black Galaxy. There were some close seconds, including “Brazil Butterfly” and “Desert Rose”. While these names paid homage to the 90s pop world, they were all legitimate choices from the glossy retail order forms.

A few weeks later, two gentlemen showed up with three slabs of “Black Galaxy” and a few tools. Not the sky-defying experience I had in mind. But their Spartan approach worked well, and within four hours, the room was transformed.

With our kitchen nearly complete, I am looking into careers in the naming business. My limited lexicon and lack of textile experience should work to my advantage. “Smoky Licorice” or “Dark Speckles” would just as well describe our stone—or future songs by Sting.