tiled floors.
My current house is completely tiled. Not my first choice of flooring, but when the Army says "here, have this house." I say "yes please." for me it is better to be a 5-10 minute drive from Nik's office than to have a esthetically pleasing house. That, I want when he retires and we settle in somewhere nice.
....but for now. I have tiles.
Tiles are wonderful when you have dogs. Spills, accidents, muddy paws... zero worry about staining a carpet or scratching up wood floors. White tiles, however, are virtually impossible to keep clean. Those muddy paw prints show up perfectly, like they should in an old comic or cartoon. Dark haired dogs make dark haired dust bunnies in corners and poking out from under couches and tables.
I'm a bit old fashioned when it comes to cleaning floors. I like a mop bucket of turn-your-hands-lobster-red hot water, a scrub brush and a sponge. I get on my hands and knees and watch the brownish-tan square tiles turn back to their off-white shade. Its motivating enough (especially with the right music playing) to rinse and repeat for literal hours. This can go on till my hands get all pruney, my water turns warm and dark and my knees and back ache.
However. These days I don't have entire afternoons to devote to my floor, especially when it would need to be done every other day to remain truly clean. So I sweep a lot. And have made the modern Swifter my friend.
The Swifter takes care of the wait-not-yet-dog-your-paws-are-still....muddy. pawprints that appear on every rainy day. But the dust bunnies started to take over. My broom and dust pan were being overworked.
The solution: get a vacuum. Now we had a vacuum from our old house, a yellow vacuum. But our last house was small and so the speedy little yellow vacuum was just right. However it is no match for this larger tiled home. The cord was too short. The suction wasn't strong. So I swept.
Well last week I had it. Time for a real vacuum (no offense little yellow one).
Our new vacuum is a horrible shade of pastel purple meats pearlish blue. But its made for pet hair removal and has a button that sucks up the cord! (talk about being spoiled) I ignore the ridiculous shade in the periwinkle family and grin as the dust bunnies the size of actual bunnies disappear into the whirling (easy to dump) bag-less center.
here she is:
Isn't it bizarre how relaxing a clean home can be?
I am thrilled with my new toy.
Next task: dust more...
....but for now. I have tiles.
Tiles are wonderful when you have dogs. Spills, accidents, muddy paws... zero worry about staining a carpet or scratching up wood floors. White tiles, however, are virtually impossible to keep clean. Those muddy paw prints show up perfectly, like they should in an old comic or cartoon. Dark haired dogs make dark haired dust bunnies in corners and poking out from under couches and tables.
I'm a bit old fashioned when it comes to cleaning floors. I like a mop bucket of turn-your-hands-lobster-red hot water, a scrub brush and a sponge. I get on my hands and knees and watch the brownish-tan square tiles turn back to their off-white shade. Its motivating enough (especially with the right music playing) to rinse and repeat for literal hours. This can go on till my hands get all pruney, my water turns warm and dark and my knees and back ache.
However. These days I don't have entire afternoons to devote to my floor, especially when it would need to be done every other day to remain truly clean. So I sweep a lot. And have made the modern Swifter my friend.
The Swifter takes care of the wait-not-yet-dog-your-paws-are-still....muddy. pawprints that appear on every rainy day. But the dust bunnies started to take over. My broom and dust pan were being overworked.
The solution: get a vacuum. Now we had a vacuum from our old house, a yellow vacuum. But our last house was small and so the speedy little yellow vacuum was just right. However it is no match for this larger tiled home. The cord was too short. The suction wasn't strong. So I swept.
Well last week I had it. Time for a real vacuum (no offense little yellow one).
Our new vacuum is a horrible shade of pastel purple meats pearlish blue. But its made for pet hair removal and has a button that sucks up the cord! (talk about being spoiled) I ignore the ridiculous shade in the periwinkle family and grin as the dust bunnies the size of actual bunnies disappear into the whirling (easy to dump) bag-less center.
here she is:
Isn't it bizarre how relaxing a clean home can be?
I am thrilled with my new toy.
Next task: dust more...
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