Thursday, July 31, 2008

If loving a vacuum is wrong, I don't want to be right



I just spent the past hour vacuuming my downstairs with a borrowed vacuum. It happens to be a Dyson, and though I've never used one before today, from the first time I saw a commercial, I intuitively knew that I must have one. Seriously, this thing should come with a number to the vacuholics anonymous hot line. I. Can't. Stop. Vacuuming. And I can't believe the amount of nastiness that it is picking up from my carpet, this is the "clean" carpet, people. I shudder to think what it will do upstairs. I messed around with it a little this morning up there, but not with all the fun attachments.

Ok, tomorrow I will return the Dyson and resume knitting, but for now, I have to go do the stairs, they are calling...

2 comments:

Eri Stanton said...

I have been wanting to get a Dyson for a while now, too! My mom has one (the canister kind) & it is fantastic. I MUST have one.

Anonymous said...

ok... so a little too much excitmement with the vacuum.... I prefer the dark, canister type that doesn't allow me to see the exact amount of junk on my floors... the not knowing is probably better for me!!!!!
Shell