About three years ago, Tabitha and I decided that something was missing in our lives. Oh sure, things were going just fine. We were happy and healthy. We had a beautiful daughter and a lovely home. We just wanted more. We wanted to get the most out of... our carpet.
We put the old Hoover out to pasture and dropped five medium on a Dyson Animal. It was amazing. It was quiet. It was bagless. It was purple. It sucked more dirt out of the carpet than I thought possible. And all the suckings spin around in the chamber when you're vacuuming. It's like a psychedelic dirt show.
I know that some say there are better vacuums out there. I don't care. When you buy a Dyson, you're not just getting a super-sweet vacuum, you're joining a community. A community of cool, hip vacuumers. Most of the people we know have Dysons now. It just kind of happened. Electrolux owners don't seem as interesting now.
The accessories can be a little fiddly and difficult. There are a couple of attachments that I have no idea how to use. Aidan pretends they are space-ships. This doesn't dampen my enthusiasm for the Dyson one bit. I love this vacuum.
I saw the Dyson Root handheld vacuum at Target the other day. Someday.