I have had long-standing issues with quality of everything from biscuits to knickers. I believe in the conspiracy theory that Eastern Europe serves as a dump for all of poor quality, since shoppers are poor, so it’s a match. Of course, I am special, and I demand that what I buy actually works, fits me and doesn’t disintegrate after first use.
Germans make some good stuff – though among other not exactly commendable things, they introduced the nightmare of me and the paradise of most, the budget Kaufland supermarket (equivalent to the American Walmart). They’re still reasonably good with clothes and shoes. Almost all my clothes were Orsay (before they switched to a saving mode and spoilt it all). Almost all my shoes are Tamaris.
I have a new acquisition to report. My new navy blue slings look good and solid, but only the first testing trip will show if they’ll be killing it or if they’ll be killing my feet. Naturally, since I’m special, I also have a special pair of feet that are highly inclined to getting hurt. Contrasting the new and the old, I still keep my first pair of shoes of this brand. It’s a pair of nastily worn flats which I use when I take out the rubbish.