My Vacuum Sucks!

Very well, I might add.
Yesterday was one of those days when you just clean like crazy. You see what I'm holding in my hand? That used to be my new scarf. It used to be hanging from a curtain tie back in my bedroom. It's delicate fibers used to barely touch the floor.

Then my vacuum ate it.
Before I could hit the off button it was gone. I checked the bagless canister, but it wasn't there. I reached down and pulled out a few threads from where I thought the motor must be.

Now, I'm known to have a temper sometimes...(stop laughing, MB!)
Really, I was pissed!
Not only did this thing destroy my scarf, but threatened to commit vacuum suicide by death of burned motor! I just bought this thing 6 months ago.

Without hesitation, my husband went for the screwdriver. He knew I was going to take it apart.
I did. Right down to the last screw.
I now have a better understanding of the inner workings of a vacuum cleaner.
I love learning.

Pat me on the back! I fixed it. It was in the compartment of where the motor lives. However, the scarf was not so lucky. Even though it was twisted, knotted and shredded beyond repair...my daughter, Katie, still wanted it. She loves my fashion sense.

I called my dad, like I always do on Sunday, and told him what I did. He laughed and said "Good for you, babe."
My husband said...Never a dull moment with you Kathy!