Recently, my son, a seasonal teacher-window-washer, left a feather duster at my house. He claimed he bought it to "do" blinds but he really didn't ever use it, so I should keep it. I remembered my mother's words, "It'll only move the dust around" as I fingered my feathery soft duster, but I did not verbalize them.
What an invention! It certainly does move that dust around and it may in fact be back in place; however, I feel a little more elegant, even though I have neither a maid nor a robot, as I move that dust around happily humming that ol' Jetson's theme song!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSptqzfTSSE
6 comments:
You made me laugh this morning! Nothing like a new tool to get the cleaning bones moving!
Such a cute post! We all have those secret impractical desires.
If only life was like what we see on TV, sigh . . .
I must confess, I always wanted one of those dusters too.
If one must dust, how much better to do so with elegance, right?!
Didn't you want Rosie the Robot?!
I have never had a feather duster either. My mother believed in pantyhose that had too many runs to wear. They trap dust perfectly.
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