The cat’s whiskers

February 9, 2009

As you know, after listening to my sister-in-law’s CDs of the Secret, I have been keenly awaiting the arrival of a Louis Vuitton handbag as, to summarise the Secret (and save you from listening to 4 CDs), if you expect something hard enough, it will turn up. Well, nothing to report on the handbag front – yet – but I am now the proud owner of a Dyson Motorhead vacuum cleaner.

This did not exactly drop onto my doormat via the stars, but came from a lovely Dyson PR lady, who invited a group of Mummy Bloggers along to test out her wares and be converted to the wonderful world of bagless suction. Yes, I am at last part of a global phenomenon. It is not the Secret, but instead is embedded advertising. You may already have caught on to this sort of stuff via the current TMobile ad, where everybody gets up and dances, apparently spontaneously, at Liverpool Street station in London. This was first sent round like a virus, from person to person in an email, then appeared on YouTube, and is now coming at you from all sides, while doing an extremely groovy boogey-woogey, admittedly.

Well, I can’t promise to boogey much with my Motorhead as it is, as the PR lady warned me, rather heavy. And she did say there was absolutely no need to write about it. But she did also say it is the best for getting out every bit of filth and, as you know, I am nothing if not obsessive about my cleaning. Moi, not write about a new appliance? No, it’s just too irresistible and, I’m afraid, too revolting to pass up.

The truth is that I nearly passed out after vacuuming only the sitting room and filling the clear drum up to its max capacity in moments. Given that I am sad enough to enjoy nothing better than a quick whisk round with the hoover on a distressingly regular basis, I really wasn’t expecting to pick up much, but soon found a heady mixture of Mme Bovary’s whiskers, Jumbo’s fluffy tail, and miscellaneous bits of teenage yuck which I couldn’t bear to scrutinise too closely, all swirling around the clear plastic innards. Here comes my only criticism so far of the lovely Dyson – when emptying out the cylinder, the compacted dust was most reluctant to leave its glamorous new home, and I had to insert a finger and poke around a bit, with my eyes closed of course, but still, euwww! But maybe because that’s because there was just so much in it, euwww again!

Anyway, it was lovely to meet my fellow bloggers, and I am thoroughly enjoying my brush with embedded advertising – and now seriously considering getting the little hand-held Dyson, which looks like the kind of space-age gun that Lara Croft would prance around with in Tomb Raider. Though I shall probably spare the Treasures the sight of their mother dressed in shorts and singlet.

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  • Potty Mummy February 9, 2009 at 8:04 am

    Very funny DD – and had forgotten you already had your ‘machine’. Surely there must have been some sort of gruesome satisfaction in finding all that dirt? Though I have to admit, your comment about having to poke around did give me pause for thought… (Lovely to meet you too, btw!)

  • DulwichDivorcee February 9, 2009 at 8:28 am

    I must admit to huge surges of housewifely satisfaction, PM, and I also keep expecting people to comment on the frantic cleanliness of my carpets, though this sadly not being the 1950s I don’t think they will ….shall just have to keep pointing it out …

  • Part Mummy Part Me February 9, 2009 at 3:08 pm

    I feel ashamed in such company. I recently mopped the kitchen floor for the first time in 2 months. Or was it 3?…

    I’d love to see what the Dyson would suck up in my house.

    BTW: in my defence, I’m a great cook and do aspire to that perfect 1950s housewife dream – though fall very short of it. Definitely more of a Slummy Mummy by nature 😉

  • ALMOST MRS AVERAGE February 9, 2009 at 4:25 pm

    Phew so I didn’t dream that I came to London and met up with some lovely bloggers and got a fab intro into the Dyson machines. Back in deepest darkest Bury St Edmunds, it was beginning to feel like a dream. Am now excited about getting my Dyson and will join you in the vacuuming extravaganza 😀

    P.S. I was introduced as 21st Century Mummy, this is my other identity LOL.

  • rosiero February 10, 2009 at 3:50 am

    We have lots of stairs in our house and I always find the Dysons so heavy, I could not possibly buy one!! They were probably invented by a man who doesn’t have to use one!

  • DulwichDivorcee February 14, 2009 at 9:29 am

    PMPM, I’m sure you have your priorities exactly right – unfortunately hoovering soothes my soul in some very bizarre way! Mopping I can do without though x

  • DulwichDivorcee February 14, 2009 at 9:30 am

    Hello AMA, lovely to meet the real you and your new incarnation. Have you planted any flowers in your Dyson dust yet? x

  • DulwichDivorcee February 14, 2009 at 9:31 am

    Hi Rosiero, I know I sound like a Dyson groupie but in fact, you can balance your Dyson quite cleverly on the stairs, much better than my Miele which didn’t fit and was always making suicidal lunges for freedom x

  • Hadriana's Treasures February 21, 2009 at 4:48 am

    Well done, DD, on the Dyson and the reunion…sounds like great fun! I’ve tried using Dysons before and much prefer the lovely Miele vacuum cleaners…although I wish they would make them with a longer lead! Hx

  • DulwichDivorcee February 23, 2009 at 5:33 am

    Hi, Hadriana, I, too, was a Miele girl …but seriously I don’t think I will look back now I have my handheld DC16, or The Gun as we now call it. Totally fab x