This morning looking at the kitchen rug I got from IKEA, I realized that it looks a bit like those mats that mechanics use at ye olde tyme service stations from the 1950s. That, or it looks like some kind of socialist flag. For a country run exclusively by gay people. Who like to wear gray and black (and just a splash of red for drama). And smoke clove cigarettes. And eat chocolate ganache. While drinking double espressos.
At least it will keep the little rectangle of tile by the stove clean.