I read an interesting piece by Adaptive Path about people naming their Rooba. I'm certainly a fan of anthropomorphism and am honestly loving my pink Dyson.
We caved in and bought it after deciding that our 10 year old Hoover was, in fact, an anti-vacuum. We love our Dyson so much that it has a name, Pinky.
Pinky gives me what I call unrestricted cleaning competence. Wanna clean the ceiling? Done. How about the vents? Yup. This thing makes me want clean the ancillary parts of my house just to use it more.
It's like there is no excuse for me not to clean under the fridge. How could I not clean the trim around my carpets?
It's too easy to use, and so I find reasons to use it. Besides, after you're done you just dump the crap in your garbage and cleaning chaste is restored.
This is the first time I've felt a real desire to make an effort on the home-cleaning front. Not that I was a slob before (or was I?), it's just much less of a hassle than it was, more like cleaning should be. I suppose I'm just a Dyson person...
I suppose my question is, when was the last time you named your vacuum? Not literally giving your vacuum a name, but being so inspired/surprised/overjoyed with something that you looked for cause to bring it into your life.
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I'm almost embarrassed to tell you that mine is the Little Green Twit.
It's a dinky little green Eureka but it's 12 lbs and fits in the closet. I'm pretty sure it sucks junk out of the carpet, too...
Found your blog via Diana's blog - since I'm returning to school for a marketing degree I thought it would be interesting to stop by.
(And congratulations, by the way!)
-Pam
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