The dressing table/dressing room furniture is custom made by same company that made their kitchen units...
Well, that makes sense then because the dressing room units look like kitchen units. IKEA ones.
Joshing aside. I also detect a faint air of emptiness/unhappiness about all this stuff they now have. Presumably it's because, deep down, Clemmie knows they haven't earned it honestly through sheer hard work. They have only 'earned' it by selling their integrity, privacy and values. At first, I bet the novelty value makes it feel like it's all worth it, but as time goes on and there's more and more and more stuff, then I think it must start to feel tarnished and tawdry?
All that glitters is not gold, as the saying goes...
After all, there cannot be any sense of personal achievement. Any sense of anticipation has been lost long ago - Clemmie only has to remark how old her make up is and bingo, Bobbi Brown deliver a whole new drawer full.
It's like an overly spoilt child on Christmas morning with that many presents to open that they become meaningless. If Clemmie knows she can just 'request' yet another reno in 3 years then how can she really get all that excited about this one?
Their constant conspicuous consumption is ultimately unfulfilling because more is never enough now. Their lives bloom with dazzling profusion on the surface, but nothing is rooted deep.