Ah, it’s sad when one of my favourite new things in a small, handheld vacuum, but there it is. I’m in love.
We go through vacuums at a disturbing rate. They die. Or we hate them. Or, more often than not, both. With a dog and a cat and three full flights of stairs and a toddler, I suppose we’re maybe a little rough on vacuums…I suppose. But this one is dealing with things in little corners and crannies that the current upright can’t and picking up bits no one wants to bother to bring out the broom for. Yay!
And, it’s orange and cute. And isn’t that the most important thing in a vacuum?