And this masterpiece of design is my access to water today. When we remodeld our 1989 kitchen we made ourselves dizzy with options. Our marriage hung in the balance over faucets-what brand, their functionality, their style and for me the big hang up was their price tag. I must admit that it is quite the faucet with the spray extentsion and all. The handle fits the curve of your hand just right to slowly change temperature and volume. Don’t get me wrong-I love nice things-it just takes me a while to grasp the leap from priming the pump to paying more for a faucet than I paid for my first car. Sure, it was a beat up 55 Olds that I got for a couple hundred bucks, but still-its just a faucet. Isn’t it?
I think not when after a party a guest will offer to help clean up and they wax poetic about the kitchen faucet-makes all that going back and forth seem justifiable when party guests notice your access to water.
In the little inset photo you will see the elegant, fabulous ever so glorious guest bathroom access to water. It, too, had features appealing to the senses with its curved spout and easy to grasp handle. And, yes, guests sometimes comment on the lovely faucet in the guest bath. Who knew that this little detail of faucets, that caused our marriage to quake, had become so meaningful in our lives?
I am just grateful that I don’t have to drink out of a dipper that has touched the lips of folks dropping by, that on a cold, dark night when the bucket is empty, I don’t have to go prime the pump on the back porch to get a drink of water. I’m grateful that the access to water is not the issue but the beatuty of the mechanism getting it into my glass-I’m grateful that I am not one of the almost 40% of the worlds’s population that does not have proper sanitaiton.
Have you had a remodel and walked the aisles of Home Depot till you are dizzy? Does the internet still have pop ups of faucets from your frantic search years ago?