i bought a new vacuum today. my cheap 30 buck dirt devil couldn’t stand up to the task of vacuuming six cats’ worth of hair in a two story house twice a week [is it any wonder?]. it bit the dust in september and yeah, i’ve just gotten around to replacing it now [i didn’t have the money, okay?]. well, the attachments still worked, just not the main part of the vacuum, so i did vacuum once in a while with the hose attachment, bent over and hurting my back… but, probably needless to say, that didn’t happen much. the last “good” cleaning the carpets got was before halloween.
anyway, enough was enough. since i got paid for a big job yesterday, i went out and actually spent a decent sum of money on a vacuum, after months of research.
hello, beautiful. [i am not talking about the carpets.] bagless [definitely a plus for me, as i forget to empty it if i can’t see that it’s full], a hepa filter to benefit my mildly-allergic-to-cats friends, and five height adjustments, so i don’t have to struggle to push it over the plush carpeting in the living room and foyer!
four canisters of cat hair and an hour later, my carpets went from this
my carpets are CLEAN. i’m fairly certain they’re cleaner than they’ve been in, oh, 5 years at least. the wonders of a new vacuum!
i can’t do much about the 40 year old stains in the carpets, and replacing the carpets is on the list of things to do relatively soon, but at least they’re decent now. i can walk around barefoot again without feeling absolutely gross!
now i’m ready for the next project: unfucking the clutter of the dining room table!
it’s honestly not as bad as it looks. 20 minutes, tops.
There’s something about a new vacuum…
No, seriously. I’ve composed epic poetry about my Dyson.
So, I have been running an experiment on my roommate (Which mind you, he failed miserably. >.>) to see if he would clean the apartment without me asking. For roughly a month, I have sat back and watched him do his clothes, maybe two loads of towels, and 5 loads of dishes… In short, it was a disaster. Spoiled milk left in the fridge, trash overflowing in the pantry, and worst of all, the toilet in the bathroom. It had been so long since it had been cleaned, there was a thick black ring around the top of the water. Yuck. I didn’t take any before pictures because I was so disgusted with the way it looked, and I did not want to share that with anyone else. Believe me, it was a roach’s paradise waiting to happen.
Last night, I had decided that I had had enough. I was tired of this experiment giving me nothing but failure and a slight resentment towards my roommate. I didn’t go to bed last night (running on adrenaline and 5 cups of coffee on 36 hours of no sleep. Yay!) I cleaned the whole house.
I shall place a read more now for all of the glorious pictures. ^-^ There are a lot.
Thanks to Fernando being off work Friday, having that sickness Saturday, using Sunday as a recovery day, and Fernando being off Monday, I really slacked in keeping the living room clean. Though, I was kinda hoping that having it clean would inspire my husband to keep it clean… that didn’t work out.
So I reunfucked it, the floor is vacuumed, there are only a few ornaments to put back on the tree because of
satanthe kitten, and I found a small box for Sly to keep his trucks in while they are out of his main toy box.
I finally tackled a big chunk of the kitchen today! Not only did I actually manage to do a whole 20/10 (a month ago, a 20 minute stint was beyond me physically), but I kept going afterwards, because I close to photo-ready and wanted to post this. :)
So tonight after work I:
- Did a massive drain volcano on the kitchen sink, both sides. It did my heart good to hear that shit bubbling away down there.
- Scrubbed out both sinks
- Got rid of all the trash
- Scrubbed all the countertops
- Finally cleaned the stove!
I’d been working on the last of the dishes all day today between working, so the only dirty dishes I have right now (well, aside any that might be lurking in the nastier parts of the house) are in the dishwasher.
Here’s what I’ve learned:
- Barkeepers Friend is MAGIC. It got shit clean I didn’t even know was dirty, and my stainless steel sinks have never looked cleaner. It also managed to clean out a bunch of burnt on stuff in my favorite stainless skillet—and I thought that was ruined for good.
- Magic erasers, likewise. But I already knew that. I just didn’t realize there were so many many uses for them.
- I am capable of this: I’ve had my bed made nearly every day for a week, and I’m slowly making progress all over the house.
So, without further adieu, what you’re really interested in, the before and afters!
Left side of the kitchen, before:
Right side of the kitchen, before:
I finished my room a couple of days ago but haven’t really found the time to take photos and post them until now.
After basically a week of 30 minutes of cleaning every night:
^this is how I make my bed. I know it looks kinda funky but hey, it works for me and it still looks neat/presentable.
…Next up! The living room. Probably in another week. >.> Everything in the house is coated with a thick layer of dust so I have to wipe and clean every little item—even the books!—and kill silverfish as they appear.
It’s such a slow process since I’m simply not at home long enough to do several sets of 20/10s or 45/15s, but thanks to all the inspiring posts Team UFYH makes, I don’t feel as hopeless I did before. And thank you to the anon who sent me a message asking if I had given up, I needed that extra kick in the pants. :)
Finally got something done. I split my iTunes upbeaat songs into a bunch of UfYH playlists (45 to be exact) spanning from 20 minute lengths to about 50 minutes. Idea? Music stops=time for a break.
Music stopped, I started next playlist and kept going. Went for about an hour straight at first, then took about a half hour break before doing another hour and a bit.
I started reading the Unfuck Your Habitat blog the other day, and as it combines two things this blog is about (nesting and animated gifs), of course I became an immediate fan.
So, in the middle of my Saturday pitcher of mimosa , I decided that unfucking the front entryway was the project of the day.
It looked like this:
(Please note the horribleness of the ground in dirt and the torn up, badly pieced together bits)
And we already had some Flor carpet tiles ready to replace that horrible, disgusting, manky old jute carpet. I figured a few 20/10s and I’d be done.
LITTLE DID I KNOW the HORROR THAT LURKED IN THE DEPTHS
HORRIBLE STUCK ON CARPET FOAM BACKING. Frantic, I ran to the internet and learned how to remove that horrible foam backing! SAVE ME INTERNET! Oh, all I have to do is get down with some rubber gloves and acetone and SCRAPE THAT STUFF UP?
Three 20/10s later, I had a smooth enough floor to work with (I didn’t dissolve the remaining glue, as we’re just doing floating carpet over it). Then: the measuring. Oh the measuring.
Three MORE 20/10s later, though, I defeated the carpet monster and have this:
AND, since I have gel polish, I didn’t even scuff the manicure.
(srsly, though, if I hadn’t been splitting this into 20/10s, I probably would have given up after seeing the carpet backing stuck to the floor. true story.)