The 70's heart-throb responsible for the feathered hair craze and unbuttoned shirts of the decade, David Cassidy.
This is possibly the WORST SONG EVER RECORDED but it came (unbidden) to mind as I was using my vacuum cleaner attachments to clean this weekend. I couldn't help myself.
Oh, Lord, I think I love them.
So what am I so afraid of? Afraid that I'm not sure of a love that there's no cure for....
With a swift joining and deft twisting, the pieces fit together like magic. Instantly, the long armed attachment let me reach cobwebs I didn't even know I had. Then I swung it under my bed and was HORRIFIED by the amount of dust under there. But my new love was up to the challenge and bravely obliterated every last trace of the offending layer. With a suave, smooth gesture it muscled the dirt from the baseboards and even eradicated dust from picture frames and bookshelves.
Where has the Wind Tunnel attachment set been all my life?
I'm addicted to attachment love. And I want everyone to know the kind of love I speak of.
Today's Small Thing is to use a vacuum attachment to rekindle a love you might have forgotten you had. Be impressed with the way it moves, the way it works, the way it takes dust and manhandles it into submission.
Be still my beating heart.
POINTS: 40 for a vacuum attachment rendezvous in ONE ROOM. In just a few minutes, you can hit bookshelves, lampshades, windowsills, baseboards, ceiling fans and corners. It's hard to stop once you start, but force yourself to take your love a little slower than I did. Cleaning both high and low, it is sure to thrill you.
What room did you work in and did you find love?
