Our dishwasher went to appliance heaven this week.
We're all in mourning.
Me especially, since my delicate hands are not used to such manual labor as washing dishes.
It takes me back to my childhood when my parents reFUSED to get a dishwasher because they "already had two" - meaning my brother and I.
har. de. har. har.
Did I mention that as soon as I left home they went and purchased a top of the line dishwasher? Yeah. Story of my life. Kinda like the time they put in the in ground pool. Also after I had already left home. Did I mention my brother is 5 years younger than me and still lived at home and reaped the benefits of all this?
Well, now you know.
And, no. I'm not bitter. Much.
ANYWAY. We've found a new dishwasher and it will be ordered today. I had three criteria:
1. MUST be a tall tub. I can't stand not being able to put large things in the dishwasher. I'm spoiled.
2. No Stainless Steel. Sorry - I know it's the norm to want stainless steel appliances, but I find them cold and they attract fingerprints (not good with two kids). Plus I like to use magnets on my appliances to hang the girls art work, love notes etc. - mostly on the fridge but sometimes if it's been a particularly "arsty" week, we may overflow onto other appliances for a day or so. So no stainless.
3. It has to be cheap - but get good reviews.
Anything is going to be quieter than our old 1995 Maytag Dishwasher - God love him - who cleaned dishes like a champ but you could hear a mile away, so "noise level" isn't on the list.
It looks like we found what we needed and at a really good price. Now I just have to actually order it and then wait for it to be delivered so we can install it.
This, of course, means at least a week or two of dishpan hands.