Years ago when the Dyson vacuum was first introduced, I purchased one! The salesperson was outstanding. I hadn’t heard of the company. He showed me the features and cinched the deal with a question. ”If your husband wanted a better tool for his work, would he hesitate to buy it?”
That Dyson still runs, with the help of my husband and his tools for fixing things. He refurbished it so that I have a second floor vacuum. He also gifted me with a newer model four years ago. Two months ago, that model began stopping and spitting out metal. Obviously I did not need any new refuse on my carpet, so we dug up records and voila! Their five year warranty held true. Last Saturday, a brand new Dyson was delivered to my humble abode.
Nothing is as satisfying as using a new vacuum for the first time, marveling at the amount of dirt and fluff on which you’ve been crawling with your granddaughter. Nothing is as true as unboxing the tool, vacuuming one hallway, and then letting it sit until you have time to finish. All in the name of babysitting for three days.
As of today, I’m enjoying looking at this cleaning implement, still stuck in the hallway on day four. The sun is shining, the gales have discontinued their wrath of yesterday, and I have a cup of coffee. It may be my new home furnishing for the rest of the week.