No Shame
[Official Disclaimer: it's more the lighting than actual dust] [please believe me.]
Colorado is dry. Very. Dry.
So dry, in fact, that the normal amount of dusting any household might experience probably isn’t going to pass muster out here in the Rockies where one white glove test on Monday doesn’t really mean anything on Tuesday. Just so you know.
I was being Marty Stewart again the other day, and found the little brush thing for the vacuum cleaner when it occurred to me I’ve never actually used the thing before. Never one to shrink from new adventures, I clicked the little sucker (ha ha, get it?) on and went looking for trouble.
And found it.
One brush down the side of the lamp at Cute Redhead’s favored antique secretary desk, and I knew this was going to herald obscene discoveries throughout the house. But not before I reached for the camera and took a shot for posterity’s sake.
Or for proof that we really do need a live-in maid.
One great thing about living in what’s technically ‘high desert’ is the amount of sunshine we enjoy. It really is intoxicating, especially if, like me, you grew up further east where gray skies were the daily diet for easily seven or eight months of the year. But the payoff for the sunshine and its obvious offspring, dry heat, is the amount of dust swirling around the state.
Which really isn’t a big deal considering the fact that I found the little brush thing for the vacuum.
I wonder if there’s any real-world old-fashioned remedy for controlling dust in a house. And can you believe how much of a life I don’t have such that I’m actually writing about dust, let alone taking time to take pictures of it.
The excitement. The glamor.
I better throttle back and go do the dishes before this whole things turns into a night of clubbing.
yeah Marty, get off the computer and go vacume the window screens!
Ooh. Window screens. Vacuuming window screens. I’ve never even thought of that one…