Watercolor FX, among other things
I live a pretty sad life, let me tell you…my most thrilling moment
today (besides getting the kids all off to school…let’s pause for a
moment and savor that…they are gone…it’s quiet here and
cleaner…ahhhhh…I have to enjoy it because in 30 minutes I have to
go pick them up…okay, turn "savor mode" off!), oh yes, my most
thrilling moment was buying a new mop.
I went to Target and just
for grins, went down the mop aisle. You have to understand that a) my
kitchen floor is out to kill me, b) my husband is aiding and abetting
the floor by saying we should wait until the kids are gone before we
replace it since they will trash it anyway, c) my kitchen floor is very
old and very hard to clean, d) I’ve tried nearly every kind of mop in
existance in the war between the floor and me, and e) the floor has
been winning. Mostly because I don’t want to get on my hands and
knees…I want the dream. The dream they sell us on television of the
nicely dressed woman who waves the magic cleaning solution bottle over
the floor, picks up the magic mop and little sparkles float through the
air, following the mops as it effortlessly removes every bit of dirt on
the floor. The chick behind the handle of the mop never breaks a sweat.
gave up on romance novels long ago, by the way. I don’t believe that
someday my prince will come…I believe I have to find the prince in
the husband I have. And realize that usually the prince I longed for as
a girl was really a jerk with a crown to prove it. But I refuse to let
the dream of the magic mop and cleaner die. I won’t let it.
I went to Target, I’d pulled out one of my failed weapons, the Swiffer
Wet, and had removed the top layer of filth from the floor. My house
has been steadily becoming dirtier and dirtier as 4 extra people lived
here 24/7 for 3 months. I have cleaned, but it has been a losing battle
and the floor has been exulting in victory after victory.
So I’m in the mop aisle and I see it. It’s the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser Mop!!!
I am thrilled. Because I love Magic Erasers…I honestly think that the
person who invented them should be crowned king or queen tomorrow and
rule the world. Magic Erasers have cleaned things that I could not
clean any other way…they are wonderful! And here that person had put
one of these beautiful things on a mop…just for me! I went to the
register with it and said, "What kind of sad and pathetic life I must
lead that I am excited about going home and trying my new mop!" And the
cashier said, "Oh, I *love* Magic Erasers! I’d be excited too!"
are the obligatory pictures on the back of the packaging showing the
new mop cutting a swath through the filth on your floor. I wasn’t
really expecting that to happen…but ya know, it really did! I got
home, ate lunch, unpacked the mop and wham bam, I was at that floor.
The part that is the hardest to clean is under the dining table where
the finish has been worn away from chairs scraping across it. Dirt gets
into all the little scratches and will not move without major effort
and I dunno about you, but major effort is something I’d rather save
for other, more interesting pursuits.
The Magic Eraser Mop
cleaned all the dirt off of that part of the floor…wow. I am sold.
The worst thing about it is that once it gets a certain amount of dirt
on it, the mop just pushes it around the floor, much like the handheld
variety, but I’m okay with that…I can handle it. As long aas it moves
that dirt to begin with.
Watercolor pencils with blender pens: