Today the Dyson we ordered from the catalog arrived. Oh, I am in love. I have had a secret war with my husband's hoover since I met it. It was 8 or 9 years old and just did not pick up what I thought it should be picking. That and the hall carpet that is the bane of my existence which seems to have little hooks designed to seek out every little wayward strand of hair or thread or whathaveyou and hang onto it for dear life. I would literally be on my hands and knees attempting to loosen hairs from the carpet for the hoover to be able to pick everything up, that is how awful the situation was.
No more! I may even grow to like the dreaded hall carpet. Ok, maybe not. But wow! Everything -- my floors -- looks terrific. Should I be embarrassed to say that I've had to empty the cylinder 3 times already on the first day owning the thing or should I be chuffed and impressed that I am finally getting the carpets CLEAN? If they could sparkle that is what they are doing.
DYSON I LOVE YOU. If I wasn't already married and he hadn't bought you for me, I would have to run away with you, you are that wonderful.
xoxo