7/13/09

Cherry Flavored

After nearly a year of sleeping on mattresses on our bedroom floor, we now own a new bed. (Our old died a miserable, slow death. Don't ask.)

Yes, the husband and I finally found a set of bedroom furniture that was in our price range. On Saturday we purchased it from Gallery Furniture's Galleria location on a whim. Which sent us spiraling into emergency cleaning of our bedroom in anticipation of the furniture delivery. Quickly we discovered that this particular cleaning should have been done YEARS ago. When all the furniture is removed from your space you can truly tell how disgusting your carpeting really is. Then you notice shit like spiderwebs growing on the ceiling and dog and cat hair EVERYWHERE.

It was so bad that we ran out first thing Sunday morning and rented an industrial strength carpet cleaner. And woowee, let me tell you! That little rental was worth its weight in cold! It sucked up all the yuck and grime we're deposited since we got married. And trust me, that is a lot of waste product. The dirty water left from the cleaning was JET BLACK and a hairball the size of Rhode Island had formed from all the dusting and sweeping.

Now all this did have a price. The husband and I can barely walk today we are so exhausted and sore. And our poor dogs! They are traumatized. Anything that was thrown out of the closet they looked at as if to say OH MY GOD, THEY GOT RID OF THE POLYESTER PANTS FROM 1997, SURELY I AM NEXT! Any noise made by a cleaning product sent them scurrying into bathroom to hide in the tub. They were so freaked out by the cleaning that we acutally had to stop and have this conversation:
ME: What's sadder? The dogs freaking because we were cleaning or the fact that we are spending our Saturday night cleaning?
HUSBAND: (Pause.) Yes, well, honey they've never seen you clean before. I'm sure they find it unsettling.
Well played, sir. Well played in deed. I'd get pissy over that statement if it weren't true.

Anyway, here's the end result, as documented by the husband's camera phone:

Don't worry. That ghostly apparition meddling in my underwear drawer is just me. Judging by the quality of this photo, I'm pretty sure the phone had the same reaction to the cleaning as the dogs.

Here's a better, professional shot of our new solid Cherry set:

(Sorry, vaulted ceilings, hardwood floors and personal shopper not included.)

1 comments:

grannybitch said...

That is really pretty! Ain't cleaning a bitch.