Carpet Cleaning Machines for Sale
My oxygen tube works just fine to keep me walking around, but start lifting weight….that’s a no-no.
Hubby cleans my sewing room once a month (hey, I take what I can get) and that is no easy task.
Because I have COPD and get too winded from sniffing fabric-dust that floats in the air and dog fur every time our Spaniel waddles by, cleaning is a constant chore.
==> I’m determined to do it myself. <==
This little jewel is exactly what I need, but buying it for myself causes too much friction in this house.
It isn’t that hubby doesn’t want me to have it. No, it’s because I’m sick.
Hubby sees all chores as his responsibility. Sounds good doesn’t it?
Believe me, that’s what I thought, until it happened to me.
Some folks who know him, call him stubborn.
Huh uh, what that actually means is that it’s “his way or the highway.” If Hubby says he does the chores… HE does the chores.
==>>The problem is– Hubby does not do the chores like I do! <<==
Yes, I DO understand: Men don’t think the same as women do. That’s true.
For example: I was already sick when hubby bought the last Vacuum Cleaner. His idea of a good Vacuum Cleaner is if it Rolls and Rumbles like an army tank. It surely cleans like a steam roller. So the heavier it is, the better.
I’m not kidding. It took me 30 years to talk him into buying a self-propelled lawn mower.
Problem with the new Vacuum Cleaner was that I could barely push it and couldn’t lift it an inch. So I spent half the time calling him to get it out of whatever I was stuck on; coffee table, doorway, his chair. I barely push it and it’s suppose to be self-propelled.
Most of my fabric messes are in piles near plastic trash bins at the edge of my cutting table or near the sewing machine. Many places that need the most cleaning are tiny corners where a combat zone Vacuum Cleaner (like Hubby’s) could never go.
If I had a lightweight or hand held vacuum, I could clean up my own messes. I’m talking thread, string, fuzz; fabric seldom hits the carpeted floor.
The bad part about cleaning a 10’x 20′ room that houses floor-to-ceiling sagging shelves of Designer fabric is that I’ve been saving fabric for more than 15 years.
Okay, maybe hoarding, but not intentionally. Similar to many fabric hoarders “I mean savers” just like myself, I have problems tossing small pieces of fabric out like a worn out shoe. I’m certain I’ll need it…someday.
In other words, I can’t do it.
A tiny piece of fabric is more than a remnant. It’s fabric! for Pete’s Sake. It might be just the piece I’m looking for when I need trim a year from now. Even a tiny dot might become a nose, an eye or an ear on a child’s doll. I’m a crafter.
But look how sweet those hoarded, small pieces of fabric look on this plain white hand towels!