It’s very rare anyone in my family buys new shit, and it’s for a good reason. My mother goes through washers and dryers like Honey Boo-Boo’s mom goes through Doritos, all because she is such a laundry-retarded hillbilly. She actually washes rugs in the washer and other things you probably shouldn’t wash and we suspect she still does despite us having an intervention with her. So it’s no surprise that when they do purchase something new, it’s like the day they christened the Titanic leaving the pier. It’s a celebration to have nice shit, so we bust out some glitter confetti and some Boonesfarm $2.99 wine in red solo cups.
Well my sister got fancy, and bought a washer and dryer combo (Gasp! They matched) brand new a little over a year ago. She worked two jobs, probably won a few midget tossing tournaments, and some how scraped up the funds to buy this expensive set to wash the bras she never actually wears.