Elizabeth Stanton and Susan B. Anthony, the first wave of the feminist movement, would be disappointed in me. Oh well, I truly don’t care. I have my vices: coffee, wine, avocados, sushi, and the smell of Waterbabies lotion. I love these things. Other things I love…things that clean stuff! I get giddy. When I get a new product or cleaning device I am seriously excited. It’s better than unwrapping a new cashmere sweater. If my husband came home and gave me a bouquet of Magic Erasers, I’d be happy. I love those things!
I have had an exciting cleaning gadget week. First off, I went and bought myself a new steam mop. My old one broke months ago and OH how I have missed it. It’s so quick and easy, and chemical free. What is not to love about that? No nasty bucket of water to cart around from room to room. No sponge embedded with tiny dog hairs that needs to be replaced by a new one after every wash (which I do weekly). Just throw the pad in the wash and we’re good to go again.
Second, my brother-in-law stopped by our house last week to give us Kirby vacuum demonstration. I haven’t seen a Kirby vacuum since I was in high school and my brother took on the endeavor of selling them for about a week. The thing is just sick, but I can’t justify spending that kind of money on a vacuum just yet. Although, my brother-in-law can demonstrate numerous reasons WHY and HOW it would save us money in the long run through carpeting, electronics, mattresses, etc. I’m in love. It found all sorts of grossness in my house. I could easily become obsessed with it. I could play with thing for days. Every surface, every crevis. From sucking up dust, to shampooing, to un-clogging drains! Why do I get excited about these things?
Please say I am not the only one in love with cleaning gadgets. There must be other woman out there that get excited about a vacuum or the like? Anyone? Again, I’m just a Monica Gellar.