This past winter we had new carpet put in several rooms of the house. Our bedroom was NOT one of the rooms done. I am guessing here on the age of our carpet and I could be wrong. Going out on a limb I will throw out the number 40 plus years old. Not only the style and color of the carpet lead me to that number. I am also considering what I pulled out of the carpet with the shampooer yesterday. The day started off innocently enough. A carpet shampooer standing in the hallway doing nothing, and I had nothing to do so I stalked the halls. Now even though we will be running a heating experiment this winter, and will be pretty much locked down in the gym, I felt the need to clean. Once a woman gets the idea of cleaning a completely filthy thing in her head, short of rope and a gag you’re not stopping her. I didn’t even think of the size of the room being 32 feet by 26 feet, nope. Not even a consideration beforehand of how many years of yuck settled into the fibers. Yeah I was pretty much in a blind fury of cleaning coma. I mounted up the shampooer at 10 in the morning and at 7:30 yesterday evening I collapsed on my butt and started to ring out my feet of all the water. Have to say though in hindsight, really glad I have the hoover with on board heater 🙂 At least my feet were warm.
*Note to you all out there in cyber world: if I ever mention on here that I am going to shampoo carpets in this house send in a comment to me ASAP! Advise me to STOP! If you are reading this and you live close to me, swing by and hi-jack my shampooer.
Never mind the fact the water I emptied out of the on-board holding tank was black, and there was so much sand I could have mistook the floor for a beach in Cabo San Lucas. It took forever! I mean FORever as in I saw my entire life pass before my eyes. At some point I must have hit shampooing delirium, because I had a vision that Amethyst (aka Tinker Belle) was President. Say your prayers now people if that ever comes true. Not to mention that since I do everything barefoot my feet were soggy, water logged things. Now that I look back on the decision to have some of the rooms freshly carpeted, I am thrilled! Knowing how dirty my room was, I would have no doubt in my mind, today I would have been in another room surfing the wave of the shampooer.