Oh, you are pretty…

(Before I begin this post… apologies for the terrible photos. I’m a bad blogger and not necessarily comfortable whipping out my Canon in retail stores, especially ones that have a ‘No Cameras’ policy in parts of their showroom.)

Last night, I got off well before my usual stop and walked to the Lawrence Square Mall where the Husband picked me up 15 minutes later. A short drive, and we walked into the cool A/C’ed heaven of selection, selection, selection: Taps!

And yes, we were there for a tap.

Well. A faucet. Which I guess is a tap. But I never call it the ‘kitchen tap’. I call it the ‘kitchen faucet’. Though, I do call it ‘tap water’. Does anyone called it ‘faucet water’? Now I’m being ridiculous.

Actually, now that I think of it, I might have only started calling it a ‘kitchen faucet’ since we started renovating. Maybe I did actually call it a ‘kitchen tap’ before. Either way, what one should call a tap is not what this post is about. This post is about buying a tap.

Taps has selection! Beautiful, beautiful selection.

If you haven’t guessed by now, we have Home Depot budget. By that, I mean we are trying to hold on to as much of our money as we can despite the renovation. If you are at all familiar with Taps, you’ll know it’s a little above our Home Depot budget. You won’t find a $100 cheapo tap here. Nu-uh. 
If you haven’t guessed by now, we have a Home Depot budget with Taps-level taste. You know that $100 cheapo tap at Home Depot? Ick. Even the $250 tap at Home Depot did not satisfy. 
Suck it up, buttercup. If that’s you’re budget, that’s your budget, right? 
Nah. We splurged. Just a little.* And I’ll never regret this particular splurge. Did you know? Kitchen faucets can be beautiful. These were the three contenders.
I know… they all look almost the same, don’t they? It quickly became apparent that I have a very specific taste: sleek, goose-necked, slender, and and uninterrupted swoop of brushed stainless steel. I liked simple slender handles with no buttons on the nozzle, and a straightforward connection to the counter top.
Taps customer service sucks — where are the signs that say you must register at reception in order to speak to a sales person? No where. By the time we finally got to speak to sales person, he did a lack luster job of talking up any of the taps or showing us other options. We were somewhat disappointed with the level of attention we received, especially as such interested buyers, but an hour or so later, we sat down in a sales office and put in an order for a tap. 
Can you guess which one?
Should I leave you hanging? 
Naw. 
After much deliberating, and checking prices, and hemming and hawing over our budget, we settled on the beauty in the centre. I can picture it already, in the center of our peninsula, so graceful and sleek. She’ll be in our possession on Saturday, ready for our granite measuring appointment on Tuesday!
And I am feeling so much better about our progress. Perhaps this Monday, there will be no Monday blues!
* I know that sounds irresponsible, but trust me; we’re ok. We spent a little more than expected on this, but it’s not going to break the bank or anything.  

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