We’re All About It: Roomba Is The WALL-E To My EVE, I Just Want to Hold His Hand
The most surprising thing about my grown-up life is how I want everything in my house to be super tidy. Appliances lined up in a nice row. Remotes tucked away into their little box on the coffee table. Quarters and nickels and dimes in the spare change container. Furniture: dusted. Mirrors: Windexed. Floors: Vacuumed. It’s surprising because I was the messiest kid you’ve ever heard of in your life, clothes and books and basketball shoes and pencils and Legos everywhere. In the third grade my teacher got so angry about the wreckage inside my desk, she one time flipped it over when I was out on the playground for recess. (She was not a very good teacher.)
I have ADHD. Hardcore ADHD. Despite my Hufflepuffery, I spent most of my life not being able to find things.
Not anymore, though! One of the life skills I have learned as an adult is that if I have a place for everything, I can keep everything in its place — and it makes my life so much more peaceful and productive. Having a clean house makes me feel really good in my brain and in my heart. These days I can’t even concentrate if I’m surrounded by clutter.
Because I have this obsessive need for tidiness, and because I work from home while my girlfriend works ten-hour days in an office, and because I’m like that tree from The Giving Tree, I do most of the housework in our two-story New York brownstone. A couple of months ago my girlfriend, Stacy, asked if I’d like a Roomba, one of those little disc-shaped vacuum cleaner robots that are most famous as the mode of transportation for that cat in the shark suit. Well, of course I said yes. Having a Rosie Jetson has always been a dream of mine.
Y’all, the Roomba has changed my life. (iRobot offers three types of Roombas these days. The 600 Series, the 700 Series, and the 800 series. We have the 700 Series.)
COME AT ME BRO
First, let me tell you how it works. Roo sleeps on a little docking station that’s plugged into an electrical outlet so he can get charged up while he waits for you to tell him how to live his best life. You can schedule him to undock and clean on certain days at certain times, or you can just push the glowing green CLEAN button on him and he sets to work. There are two cleaning settings: REGULAR and SPOT. REGULAR clean just means that Roo ventures out into the room and cleans the whole entire floor. SPOT mean that Roo starts twisting around in a tiny circle and slowly makes his way out into bigger circles; then, he zooms back and forth in the same area until he’s convinced he spot cleaned what you needed in a very satisfactory way. (SPOT is good for when you spill an entire compost pile’s worth of coffee grounds onto the floor, for example.) The 700 Series and 800 Series actually have a thing called DirtDitect that lets Roomba know if there’s enough dust and debris in a single place that he should spot clean there for a while.
Roo has a lot going on underneath it. He’s got two rotating rubber and brush cylinders that break down dirt and debris. He’s got a really high-powered vacuum. He’s got the compartment where he stores all the dirt off your floor. And, best of all, he’s got this sidebrush that whirls around in a circle about and two inches outside of Roo’s reach so he can sweep away all the dust and dirt and pet hair from near the wall and in corners, and then suck it right up. There’s also a HEPA filter that works really well.
Roomba signaling that his tummy is full.
The way you remove the dust bin is like pulling out a little drawer. It’s very easy and you just empty it into the garbage and slide it back into Roo’s belly and he goes right back to work. Just in terms of cleaning effectiveness, Roomba is the best vacuum cleaner I’ve ever owned. It’d be worth it to have Roo, even if I had to manually operate him.
Okay, but let’s talk about the magic. When Roo first came into my life, I followed him everywhere, convinced he was going to get stuck underneath something or smash himself into the wall and die or only clean a few square feet of floor or trip over the rug, but Roo is a gosh dang genius. He knows when he’s getting close to a wall, so he slows down and nudges it instead of ramming into it. Same for table and chair legs; and he can tell the difference between those things! When he nudges the leg of a piece of furniture, he stops and makes a loop or two around it to make sure he’s cleaning every inch of ground. He cleans under the couch, the record player, the coffee table, the mini bar, and the TV stand with ease. He navigates his way under the kitchen table and around all the chairs. He has never gotten himself into a pickle he couldn’t work his way out of. He even knows where the stairs start, so he cleans right up to the edge but then turns around and scoots back to a safer place.
When his rubbish bin belly is full, a little red light comes on and you just have to open his drawer and take it out and empty the debris and slide it back in.
He cleans tile and hardwood and rugs with equal vigor and ease, and has no trouble distinguishing between the two if they’re in the same room.
I’ll keep you safe, Mama.
700 Series and 800 Series Roombas come with two little “lighthouse” towers that operate with D-size batteries. You can use them to signal Roomba to stay out of a specific area, like if you don’t want him to go into the kitchen or the bathroom. You just put the little tower at the doorway and tell it to tell Roomba no. Or, you can use the lighthouse to signal to Roo that he’s not cleaning one area well enough, so he should concentrate on that and not forget about it. (It also works if, like us, you have an kitchen and a living room/dining room that are separated by an open door and Roomba needs a little help threading the needle and remembering two rooms exist in that space.)
Roomba will clean for a programmed amount of time, or he will clean until you tell him to stop. It’s up to you!
Roomba also communicates with you through chimes and dings. He’s not very good with the cords from window blinds, so if they’re dragging on the floor for some reason, he’s going to get tangled up in them. When he does, he chimes a WOMP WOMP sound and stops moving, so you can come set him free. When he returns home to his dock (which you tell him to do by pushing the DOCK button on his back), he makes a triumphant set of chimes to let you know he arrived. He chimes a little notice if his battery is starting to run low (but one full charge runs 150 hours, so there’s no real reason to ever hear that). And he chimes excitedly when he’s first exiting the dock and getting ready to work.
Roomba deftly cleaning under the record player. (He never gets stuck!)
These are the ways Roo has made my life much better:
He cleans more effectively than me.
He saves me a couple of hours every week! (Every three times Roo cleans, he requires about ten minutes of TLC, just cleaning the hair and stuff out of his brushes and nooks and crannies. It’s very easy. Roo comes with his own cleaning tools.)
He cleans underneath everything, including the bed! So I never have to crawl around with a little sweeper or a Dust Buster or the hose detached from the upright vacuum.
When we’re cleaning at the same time, it feels like I have a little WALL-E buddy tag-teaming life’s hard work with me.
My girlfriend and I never argue about vacuuming now.
I also want you to know that I have offered Roo a sock multiple times, but he’s never accepted. I’m a card carrying member of Hermione Granger’s S.P.E.W. It seems like me and Roo were meant to be.
We’re All About It: Step Up Your Hot Beverage Game With A Variable Temperature Kettle
Welcome to We’re All About It, where we talk about investment-worthy things that are going to make your adult lives 100% more amazing.
No matter our differences, what unites us all is our intractable dependency upon caffeine, no matter its form. It’s what defines most of our mornings, many of our afternoons, and sometimes our evenings (or early AM hours). Give yourself the gift of perfectly steeped and/or brewed caffeinated beverages today, and thank yourself for it forevermore.
FOR TEA: Cuisinart CPK-17 PerfecTemp 1.7-Litre Kettle
by Fikri
When I moved in with former Hot Intern/Editor Laura Wooley — otherwise known as Queen of All Things Craft and Cooking — last year, I was amazed at how well stocked her kitchen was for a grad student: full spice rack, pizza stone, and some pumpkin-inside-scooping gadget. (I was openly skeptical of the last one so she went out of her way to demonstrate its usefulness. I’ll concede it facilitated a delicious quinoa-stuffed butternut squash situation.)
Y’know what she didn’t have though? An electric kettle.
I soon learnt that this was a common phenomenon among USAmericans, which was as curious to me as ads for lawyers on the subway and the lack of on/off switches on wall sockets. The student halls I lived in in London had a morbid fear of fires — the city’s only burnt down a couple of times, after all — so we had regular fire drills, pain-in-the-ass fire doors along every corridor, and an enforced ban on smoking and most electrical appliances, but not kettles. Never kettles. When you move in you’re given an ethernet cable and a cheap plastic kettle, because surely that’s all a student could ever need.
Anyway, here I was, newly arrived in New York City with 20-odd varieties of tea (amassed over three years’ worth of winters), and the thought of boiling water on the stove and taking manual temperature measurements each time I wanted a cup of tea (which is often) didn’t quite appeal to me. So I got the wifi password, set up my bank account, and used my unexpected kettle-less existence as an excuse to order the variable temperature kettle of my dreams.
HAY SEXY LET ME HAVE YOU DELIVERED TO MY HOME
There are a lot of variable temperature kettles on the market, but I settled on the Cuisinart CPK-17 PerfecTemp 1.7-liter Kettle for two main reasons: first, it’s stainless steel, which is hardier than plastic and easier to clean than glass, and second, it works. It actually reaches the temperatures it says it does by slowing down the boil when it approaches the target temperature. (Other kettles might go to a straightforward boil then allow the water to cool, which can be similarly accurate but slower.)
The CPK-17 is marked with six temperatures: 160º (Delicate), 175º (Green), 185º (White), 190º (Oolong), 200º (French Press), and Boil (Black). There are other kettles that allow you full manual control over the temperature, but this wasn’t important to me as a tea-drinker because these options encompass the full range of temperatures that I require. More importantly, I’m Fahrenheit-illiterate, and tea requires more precise measurements than the rough Celsius-to-Fahrenheit conversion I do in my head for the weather.
Could I really justify shelling out for something that essentially just boils water though? G-d, yes. This kettle is the first fancy-ass kitchen appliance I’ve dared to treat myself to and it was worth every cent, you guys. I’ve started drinking a lot more white and green tea, which is good for both my sleep cycle and taste buds, as well as more tea, period, which was probably the main reason I didn’t just curl up in a corner and cry through all of my first (and thankfully, only) NYC winter. Leaving some lemony gunpowder to brew while I got ready to leave the house became part of my daily schedule, making morning classes on sociological theory that much more tolerable.
I don’t even know what life is like without perfectly steeped white tea anymore.
via Shutterstock
If you’re looking for other tea-related paraphernalia to complement this kettle, I like to brew loose leaf in bottom-dispensing teapots, which allow me to watch the leaves unfurl and are less messy than in-mug tea infusers. (Well mainly I like mine because my girlfriend bought it for me, but y’know.) And while I know there are cooler-looking dedicated tea tumblers, I’ll forever swear by insulated Klean Kanteens for their versatility and durability.
Price: $89.99
Good for: People who drink (non-black) tea regularly
Buy: At Amazon
FOR COFFEE: BonaVita 1-Litre Electric Gooseneck Kettle
by Natalie
I love me some good home coffee equipment. There are a handful of factors that stack up to reasonably consistent manual drip coffees at home: good beans, a good grinder, a gram scale, a thermometer, a reasonable filter method… okay, it’s a big handful, I have big hands. To up my manual coffee game I was looking for a kettle with a gooseneck spout to get closer to optimal deliciousness extraction, but was loath to spend much money on a pouring vessel when it would just add another step to the finicky coffee process.
So I thought I would spend even more money on a great electric kettle that could prevent laziness from getting the better of me by combining some of the abovementioned factors. I’ve had my eye on the BonaVita Variable Temperature Gooseneck Kettle since Clive Coffee had it up for preorder. At first I thought that it was not meant to be in my life because I could only find them in US stores and was convinced the voltage differences wouldn’t work out, making me lose money and a great kettle to lousy voltage converters. Fortunately, around the same time that I was visiting Fikri in London, I figured out that BonaVita of course sells kettles for the UK market which would work perfectly with Singapore’s power points! Alas, it was out of stock everywhere I looked in London, but I found one last unit in the warehouse storage of Dublin’s Coffeeangel. Because Fikri loves me (even though she is allergic to coffee), we bought cheap plane tickets to get me to the sexiest kettle ever.
Oh, this thing? We only had to FLY TO IRELAND to get it.
This kettle heats water quite precisely up to your specified temperature, and holds it there until you’re ready to use it. The water reaches temperature quickly (four minutes or less*, enough time to grind two cups worth of coffee with a hand mill). The spout then enables you to pour like a badass; especially for pourover novices like me, this kettle is super forgiving. This is because it agitates the grounds with a thin stream for a more even extraction, so you can concentrate on where you pour more than how fast/slow you’re pouring**. The thinner stream also makes the pour more visually legible — the grounds give up coffee oils as you go, and you can compensate for an uneven pour if you notice less oils. It’s especially helpful on the bloom step where you need just enough water to saturate the grounds for a more even brew.
* Electric kettles work slower in the US because of the lower voltage, so you might get slower times.
** One of the key ways to get an even extraction in manually brewed coffee is to agitate the grounds thoroughly, and in pourovers this is most conveniently done with the force of the water hitting the coffee. You could always stir it in the filter, but that affects brewing temp.
I haven’t personally done a controlled pour/taste test, but my grounds beds in V-shaped drippers used to be concave and now they are a bit domed, which I take to mean that the extraction is gentler and more even throughout the bed of grounds. The slower pour rate also means that when I’m too lazy to time the brew, I approximate optimal brew time better than when I’m dumping lots of water into the filter at once. I can’t speak for how the spout or handle compare with other gooseneck kettles, but I can say that I haven’t found a more theoretically ideal kettle for pourovers.
And have you seen it? It’s so beautiful, and so easy to fall in love with. The brushed stainless steel, 360º rotating base, swooping gooseneck spout… The digital temperature control is straightforward, easy-to-read, and remembers the last specified temperature along with six preset/user-set temperatures (for you tea snobs). If this kettle were a human being, it would be a high-powered, ass-kicking executive who is also a prima ballerina. I wouldn’t normally justify spending that much on a kettle that can do most things a regular kettle/thermometer set up can do, but it really did help me get from sub-par to good with little effort. Pair it with a Kalita Wave dripper, which seems to make everything magically sweeter.
Price: $79.70
Good for: People who want to master pourover drip coffee at home (and tea)
Buy: At Amazon
We’re All About It: How My KitchenAid Stand Mixer Made Me a Better Cook
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You know those documentaries about people who fall in love with inanimate objects, like the woman who married the Eiffel Tower? Well, this is a love story too. Not quite to that degree, but I’m not going to lie… I’ve thought about inviting my KitchenAid stand mixer into my marriage.
My GF in action.
Almost. I mean, it was my marriage that led to my ownership of the mixer, after all.
My wife Kristie and I gleefully registered for all kinds of wedding gifts prior to our ceremony two years ago, from a vacuum cleaner to a camping tent. I was looking forward to unwrapping the mixer most of all, however. There was something that felt so pleasantly domestic about it. I could picture myself in a half-apron, a charming dash of flour absentmindedly wiped across my forehead, making from scratch some kind of nourishing, perfect dinner — my trusty mixer standing by. For better or worse, I felt like I would be accessing some kind of time-tested tradition of providing for one’s family via the kitchen. Frankly, it reminded me of my grandmother. She’d passed away only a few years before my wedding, and the idea of holding court in the kitchen with a standing mixer, as she had, made me feel closer to my memories of her.
Vintage KitchenAid ads range from kitschy (1946) to horribly sexist (1935).
The appliance’s iconic design hasn’t changed much since its debut in 1919, and the colors available today evoke retro, pin-up style (look to Green Apple, Majestic Yellow, and Pink). My heart ached for a machine in Pistachio or Almond Cream, but I opted for the classic white, knowing that while we wouldn’t be cooking in our hideously red rental kitchen forever, I should probably match it for now. (And Pinterest abounds with tutorials on how to spray-paint your mixer in case you ever want to switch it up.)
Engaged friends of mine recently asked if it’s worth it to register for a mixer. Aside from baking French macarons, what do I really use it for? Sentimentality and love of timeless design aside, this machine is a beast. We have the KitchenAid Ultra Power 4.5-Qt Stand Mixer that comes with three attachments — a whisk, a dough hook, and a flat beater. Lots of other attachments are available online, but honestly, we’ve never needed more than these three.
I use the mixer for French macarons, yes, but also for things like mashing potatoes, blending brownie/cookie/cake mix, creaming butter, shredding chicken, kneading bread for dough, making frosting, beating eggs, and more. It’s satisfying to flip a switch and watch ingredients transform before your eyes—but even more satisfying to spend that time preparing other ingredients for your recipe, or getting a head start on dishes. That extra time (and energy) saved means more of my attention can be given to other aspects of cooking and baking, making me a better cook—and, like, probably a better person to be around since I’m not exhausted and cranky by the time the oven timer finally dings. As the KitchenAid motor whirs in the background while I’m cracking eggs or chopping vegetables, I know my ingredients are in good hands (or robot claws, whatever), and I can happily focus on other tasks.
Almond Cream, be still my heart.
So I practically shook my friend by the shoulders when he asked if it was worth registering for. While I think a good standing mixer really is crucial for finicky pastries like French macarons or meringues (and you should totally try making them), I’m surprised again and again at the ways the mixer comes in handy. The good warranty even scored us a new whisk attachment after I (genius, hello) stuck a spatula into the original one while it was still rotating.
Nowadays I usually forget to put on an apron before I cook or bake, and the amount of flour on my face is far from charming. But we’re going on two and a half years of marriage, and the mixer is more than keeping up.
Price: $299.99 – $359.99
Good for: People who like to cook or bake at home
Want a recipe to try with your new mixer?
Make Your Own Chocolate Peanut Butter French Macarons
Originally published on The Homesteady
You will need:
- 115g aged egg whites at room temp
- Pinch of cream of tartar
- 150g superfine sugar
- 165g almond flour
- 165g powdered sugar
- 25g cocoa powder
- Peanut butter
- Oreos (or their gluten-free equivalent, which I used here)
1. Weigh all of your ingredients ahead of time and have them set out and ready to go. Line your baking sheets with parchment paper or silicone baking mats. Prepare a piping bag or Ziploc bag open in a tall drinking glass with scissors nearby. Preheat your oven to 350 degrees F.
2. Sift the almond flour, cocoa powder, and powdered sugar together. Do this twice. Reserve the larger almond pieces that won’t pass through the sifter. If you have more than a tablespoon left over, try sifting them through one more time.
3. Using the whisk attachment of your stand mixer, whisk the egg whites until they become foamy. Add the cream of tartar and continue to whisk on medium-low until stiff, shiny peaks form. Slowly add the sugar.
4. Switch to medium-high on your mixer and continue whipping until stiff, dull peaks form. Check your egg whites periodically until you have a stiff meringue.
5. Turn off your mixer and remove the whisk. Add 1/3 of your dry ingredients and fold in with a spatula. Combine the rest of the dry mixture this way, folding until incorporated. Continue folding until the batter falls off the spatula in a ribbon-like drizzle, disappearing back into the rest of the batter within 30 seconds.
6. Transfer the batter into the prepared piping bag. Snip off the end and pipe 1″ rounds onto your prepared sheets. Once all of the piping is complete, bang the trays on a table or counter a few times to release any trapped air bubbles. Let the trays sit out until the tops of the cookies feel dry to the gentlest of touches (about 30 minutes for me).
7. Bake the trays one at a time for 10 minutes, rotating once halfway through. Transfer the parchment paper or baking mat to a wire rack and allow them to cool completely.
8. Pipe peanut butter into the center of half of the cookies, and sandwich them together.
9. Crush a few Oreos and roll the edge of each macaron in the crumbs.
10. Store the macarons in an airtight container in the fridge. They are best after sitting at room temperature for about 10 minutes!
We’re All About It: A High Velocity Love Story Starring My Fancy Vacuum
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Welcome to We’re All About It, where we talk about investment-worthy things that are going to make your adult lives 100% more amazing.
Once upon a time, I lived in a college dorm room and my only cleaning supplies were a flimsy plastic handbroom and some mostly-dried-out Clorox wipes. Before that, I lived at home with my parents and didn’t think much about where cleaning supplies came from (the Windex stork?) or how much they cost. Then I moved into my first apartment and was suddenly in charge of buying my own toilet paper and cleaning my own messes. I slowly started acquiring a quite decent arsenal of cleaning tools and products. For the first time ever, I owned a vacuum cleaner.
It’s been over a decade since my first vacuum cleaner and I got together. There have been multiple vacuums since. They always break within a few years. Like chumps, my partner and I just keep replacing them, hoping the next vacuum will be “the one.”
To be fair, our house is like some sort of sadistic vacuum challenge course. We have a long-haired cat that creates massive grey hair tumbleweeds all over our hardwoods and rugs. We also have two bunnies who are free-range in their own bedroom and they are like little furbombs detonating all over the place. If you know one thing about pet bunnies, know this — they shed every f-ing season. So, basically, always all the time every day. They have a big brown rug in their room which turns grey from all the hair within a week. What I’m trying to prove here is that we have a lot of hair in our house, like a lot a lot. Animal-hair-on-everything is a hallmark of queer home decor and queer fashion, but it is not kind to vacuum cleaners.
The never-ending shedding machine.
In 2011, my partner and I got tired of our sucky (See what I did there?) and unfulfilling vacuum relationships and opted for a slightly more expensive pet hair Bissell that ran around $250. It was a sparkly red color and you could make it into a hand vac by popping out the canister. It was very sexy. It came with all these fancy attachments, including a “pet hair brush” that you were supposed to vacuum your pet with. Because dogs and cats love being right up next to a vacuum, being touched by it. Nope. (We did try this attachment out on our fearless bossy bunny and she was totally chill about it.) Anyway, we hoped it would last a long time.
I stand corrected. (via beartales.me)
As you probably guessed, our $250 vacuum cleaner totally crapped out within three years.
When the Bissell vacuum died, we decided it was time to upgrade for real. We did some online research. We googled “bunny hair vacuum” and “long-haired cat vacuum” and “best pet vacuum” and decided that the only option was to go for a Dyson. If you don’t know, Dyson vacuum cleaners are, like, the Cadillac of vacuum cleaners. They are known for their innovative technology. Oh, and also they are astronomically expensive — like $400-$700. We scraped our pennies together — OK, in this case, my partner mostly scraped their pennies together — and went to check out these too-good-to-be-true Dyson vacuums in person. For such a large purchase, it felt like we should eschew online shopping and actually touch the thing before buying it.
Honestly, we were kind of not that impressed just looking at the thing. Dysons are aesthetically pleasing — don’t get me wrong — but they also just kind of look like…vacuum cleaners. In fact, some of them are so thin that we just couldn’t believe they would work. How much better could this Dyson possibly be? After much fretting about whether we were making the worst choice ever, my partner waved fistfuls of cash at the cashier (I lie. It was a debit card.), yelled, “Take my money!!!” and we came home with a lovely new Dyson DC65 Animal. We picked it for its long 35′ cord, slightly more reasonable price point ($500 on sale), and large canister.
Right out of the box, it was a game-changer. My partner slapped it all together in less than 10 minutes and took it for a spin around the living room rug and floors. This vacuum is supposed to perform equally well on hardwoods and carpet, all without touching any dials. It is no joke; it just picks shit up.
My partner was so pleased they took this post-first-time pic and put it on Facebook and I was like, “Wow, you could have staged it somewhere that wasn’t by our trash can and bag pile corner, but whatever. I love you.”
I have never experienced this kind of suction (whomp whomp) and I was kind of freaked out by it at first. Honestly, I was a little afraid I might break it if I touched it — the thing retails for almost $600, OK? When I did finally take our new life partner out for a ride, it was pure magic. Also, it was super gross. It sucked stuff out of our rugs that may have been from the Neolithic era thanks to their trademarked “Radial Root Cyclone™ technology.” It also has these fancy brushes, the “Tangle-free Turbine tool,” that helps get all that gross stuff out without getting tangled up with hair or debris. In a fur-heavy household, this is a big deal. It maneuvers like a champ thanks to the slim head and Dyson Ball that allows you to get into corners without doing a 10-point turn.
Is that your Tangle-free Turbine tool or are you just happy to see me? (via Dyson)
What is most impressive about the Dyson, suction power aside, is how intuitive everything is. The hose attachment slides right up at the touch of a button and the tools pop on and off with the touch of another button. I was cleaning the bunny room this weekend and I felt like I was a special agent or something. I was just like BAM BAM BAM and my magical Dyson attachments were on. And then I was like PEW PEW PEW and the vacuum was reassembled like normal. The bunnies tried to eat the cord and were generally unimpressed by my technique.
The canister is also the easiest thing ever. There’s no special trick to taking it off to empty, which was always a prob with my slightly-less-fancy Bissell. It felt like one of those impossible-to-solve puzzle games getting the Bissell canister off. With the magical unicorn Dyson, you push the red button and it just pops off. You push that same red button again and the bottom drops open to release the contents. The simplicity is a time-saver and it’s so much cleaner. You’re not accidentally spreading the dirt and dust all over again while wrestling with the canister. It’s genius.
We call this vacuum porn. (via Dyson)
We are still at the beginning of this affair, so only time will tell if this love is forever, but I have high hopes. I don’t believe in “the one,” but this Dyson is damn close. With a five year warranty, we figure that we have nothing to lose since that’s what we’d spend on two crappier vacuums anyway. If you have had a Dyson for many years and have an opinion about it, I’d love to hear it!
Price: $499-599
Good for: pet owners, hairy people who shed a lot, lazy cleaners, couples looking to improve their intimacy