So you know you're getting old when ....
... or perhaps I should rephrase that and say, "you know you're becoming your mother when ...." -- you get excited over a new hoover/vacuum :D.
My Dyson (which I'd inherited from the previous owners of this house) died a month back. I've procrastinated for weeks now, but finally caved into the reality that I needed to replace the hoover. (Clots of cat fur (thank you Mila) just doesn't add to the ambience of my home.)
After much research, I decided to bite the bullet and buy a new Dyson rather than a cheaper model. Pricey yes. But, the reviews made me go for it.
And oh. How lovely it is. My DC 27 -- aka "The Animal" -- is a space age, suctioning king, with extension wands that reach all the way up the staircase. And a one button release for the collected detritus.
I may just be a wee bit in love with my new hoover ...
My Dyson (which I'd inherited from the previous owners of this house) died a month back. I've procrastinated for weeks now, but finally caved into the reality that I needed to replace the hoover. (Clots of cat fur (thank you Mila) just doesn't add to the ambience of my home.)
After much research, I decided to bite the bullet and buy a new Dyson rather than a cheaper model. Pricey yes. But, the reviews made me go for it.
And oh. How lovely it is. My DC 27 -- aka "The Animal" -- is a space age, suctioning king, with extension wands that reach all the way up the staircase. And a one button release for the collected detritus.
I may just be a wee bit in love with my new hoover ...