Carl has gone out to the dentist, and I thought it would be a fantastic opportunity to get all head-starty on the abode upkeep: Toffee in the oven for the banoffee pie, kitchen tidied, laundry rolling, and—since we finally put the Christmas tree away last night—maybe a little vacuuming.
Now I don’t usually have a lot of domestic advice to give (mostly because I don’t have a lot of domestic advice to give), but I would just venture to observe that if you have long hair and if you have a vacuum cleaner, you should probably NEVER flip it over and look at the old undercarriage.
And the picture below doesn’t do justice to the healthy weave my vacuum’s been sporting. Adding to the fashion wig feel was a blonde streak at the far left (sadly removed before I thought to document). I had to use scissors to hack through each section of the roller and snapped this pic at the half way point…
In a related story, I finally changed the vacuum bag. Weirdly enough, we no longer have the Worst Vacuum Ever.
It even kinda works.
I know. Crazy, right?