Last week, my old vacuum - a hand-me-down from my grandmother! - died. I changed the vacuum bag, turned it back on, and it smelled like burnt rubber. Momma did some surgery on it today and declared it a lost cause. She then told me that I could either take it to a small engine repair place, where it could be fixed, but then one side would be stronger than the other, or I could go get a new one.
I think you already know what I decided - even without the photo. New? Shiny new vacuum? For me? This makes cleaning and cooking last week all worth it.
So I brought her home, this poor, returned darling who was living in a torn-up box, and put her back together to make her a real vacuum-girl. And wow, did she reward me. If you know me, you know how much I require vacuum lines in my carpet. And not lackadaisical ones, but clean-cut, precise lines. Look at what Lollie can do!
First, in the dining room - photo cropped so you don't see that I was too lazy to move the chair and vacuum under it:
Next, I took her into my office. Don't judge - I haven't gotten around to organizing this room yet:
(Why, yes, eagle-eyed reader, that is a Furby on the left side of the photo!)
And, finally, look at what she did to my bedroom:
This is why she has a special place not only in my heart, but in my utility closet.
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