Look At Me, Being All Housewife-y

I've said it before: I'm not all about housework.

Those women (or men) who can keep a sparkling house?

More power to 'em.

But I just can't get motivated to spend an afternoon scrubbing the kitchen floor

when I could be 

writing a YA dystopian  novel,

fashioning a new art quilt out of my wedding dress,

learning the skill of topiary

reading a Project Runway recap, instead.

Oooooo... Venn did NOT just say that about Dmitry!

So when my overworked* Sweet Man gently suggested that maybe?

 Sometime? We could get a maid to come in once a week, I didn't get all squiffy and hurt 

because I work hard to keep the house looking clean!  Sniff, sniff!!!

Nope, I'll be the first to admit my standards are not high.

I'm no crazy-hoarder slob,

but I'll say that the one housekeeping trick I have

is that if someone comes over unexpectedly,

I grab my vacuum cleaner from the closet, wheel it to the front door, 

and pretend that I was just interrupted in a major cleaning-fest of my messy house.

Excuse the mess.  I was just getting ready to vacuum the azaleas out front! 

Anyway, it turns out the big thing that was bothering the Sweet Man

was the ankle-high fur tumbleweeds generated by our many, many pets,

which could be found all through our downstairs.

(This is a re-creation of my fur tumbleweeds.  I don't really let it get this bad.)

Okay, I could do something about that.

All I needed to do was Swiffer the place every day or so.

But... those paper-y things sold by Swiffer are one-use only.

And although I bought some of these cool crocheted reusable Swiffer covers off of Etsy...

... I only had three.

What to do?

Well, when I was grabbing one of my crocheted covers out of the dishtowel drawer,

I dislodged a 13" square microfiber dusting cloth.

Ding ding ding!

Inspiration!

I cut one in half, and put it on my Swiffer.

I struggled with getting the cloth into the "anchoring" holes,

then realized I could just use a couple of rubber bands.

Once I saw this worked, I picked up six cloths at Target (in the auto section, btw)

cut them in half, zigzagged the raw edge, and stowed them in the dishtowel drawer.

Since I'm zipping this around the downstairs every day or two,

it takes me just one cloth and less three minutes to make the floors presentable.

I have a bucket by the washing machine that I drop the used cloths in.

And while I won't be dressed like this in the afternoon...

... folks are less likely to mistake our laminate floor for carpeting now.

*And no, the answer is not Why doesn't the Sweet Man just do the cleaning?

The guy already works about twice the hours my lazy butt does;

he doesn't need to add more housework to his load.