Dust Bunnies, Meet Your Maker

Have I ever told you that I have a strange affinity for cleaning products? I am a sucker for a good vacuum. I didn’t really mean that as a pun. I’m serious! Some like to go to car shows, others the cleaning gadgets aisle. We’re not judging each other here.

This is why I’m super excited about my new Dyson vac. I was secretly pleased when our previous vacuum bit the dust. Gosh, I really am not trying to be punny here – who knew ‘vacuum’ had so many options!

With each trip to Taret I would always find myself meandering by the vacuums. I’ve been scouting the Dyson for a while, giving it long looks. Hello, Dyson DC33 with Root Technology, fancy meeting you here. I’m sure the Target employees knew me as the Strange Lady Who Stares at the Vacuum Cleaner Display and said to each other on their walkie talkies “She’s baa…ack!” Alas, there wasn’t anything wrong with my current vacuum to make this purchase practical so I settled for these “perchance” meetings.

Until now.

Now, I know what you’re thinking and no, I did not play any role in the demise of my previous vacuum. There were a few nails or screws ever so often that I might have accidently vacuumed over. Just kidding. She went on her own. And God bless her, she was a good vacuum. She’s on garage duty now, which is kind of like the Isle of Misfit Toys for her kind. I’m not planning for the two to meet. It just wouldn’t be right.

Meanwhile, back in the world of Joey, Jenny, Bogart and Gus dust, Joey and I are taking turns vacuuming. Are we weird or what? I think Joey was just excited as I was. When I got home after he had just purchased it, I walked in the door thinking that he had probably already tried it out, but what had my sweet husband done for me? He had it all put together and waiting for me so that I could take it on its virgin tour myself. In my book, that’s love.

I powered that baby up and we went out on our first spin – gliding around the living room carpet, over tiled floors and rugs and of course, using necessary attachments when needed. Dust tumbleweeds cowered in our presence.

Now I don’t know about you, but for me, there is a certain satisfaction that I have at looking at how much dirt was picked up by the vacuum. Whoever decided that the Dyson dirt container should be made of clear plastic gets this. It’s visible success. While it should be disturbing the more dirt there is in the bin, for me, this is the piece de resistance, if you will - the kind of satisfaction that Michelangelo must have felt in looking at the Sistine Chapel. Well done, my friend, well done.

Is it wrong to get so excited about a vacuum? Worse, to write a lengthy post about it? Before you say yes, I’m going to soothe myself and say it’s the little things that count.