So my friend, Moe, went on a rampage the other day and, among sixty other things all accomplished in one rainy day, she shampooed her rugs. I think someone should slip her some Ritalin.
I deliberately bought a light gray-brown wall-to-wall berber years ago after I saw it in the library and figured if it could withstand library traffic, it could withstand my family. In some ways I'd rather have hardwood like the oak in my dining room. But hardwood just seems cold and noisy. Being able to stretch out on the floor with the kids on a winter evening and play Parcheesi was a lot more important at the time.
But there's a price to pay: dingy carpets that really should be shampooed more than once every eight years - especially if tread by a small dog that needs a cork in a stretegic place. So, shamed by Moe's industriousness, I bought myself a Hoover carpet steamer and went to work. Didn't bother moving furniture - just did the high traffic areas. And what came out of the carpets looked like coffee. Uck. I don't see any more Parcheesi games in my future.
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