One distributer has 666 different toilet listings, 4,300 listings for bathtubs and 200 pages of shower equipment.
American Culture has gone totally freakin’ batshit insane. Style is something one projects about one’s life, not what the faucets look like. You can’t buy style… it comes from within. I can have a standard plain-jane sink, and yet that is not indicative of who and what I am. What we are comes from US, not the things around us.
I don’t care if my toilet looks like Louie the 14th took a dump in it. I’m concerned with longevity, ease of cleaning, etc. I want things to be functional and easy to maintain. I’m a practical gal, but it seems as if my fellow citizens are more concerned about “putting on airs” as my Aunties would phrase it. I just can’t understand this difference in desires.
$2,000 for a damn toilet? That thing better mop my floors, cook the bacon and give me sexual gratification for that price.
I’m creating our buying list right now. We need three kitchens, four baths and I still haven’t tackled our furniture needs for the house. (All we have now is a bed and the computer desks and chairs. Oh yes, there is the cat tree…)Â Since we are buying direct to save money, I have to do things now in order to accommodate shipping times and save on the costs.
If I lose my mind in the next few weeks, you now know why. I’ve never had to do something on this scale.