Ultra-lacquered hardwood floor = enhanced visibility of every damn little bit of ephemera we've ever dropped. And the cat hair, oh god the cat hair.
However, after getting the pretty and rather eco-friendly Method floor cleaning kit at Target, I kind of do not mind sweeping and mopping up every day. In fact, I'm rather obsessed with it right now (probably because I have nothing but free time at the moment), and the lemon-ginger floor cleaner smells like something I want to mix with champagne and guzzle.
Is it too weird that my current obsession is a reusable mop? (yes.)
Is this a sign that my mother's raging OCD in relation to the floors is suddenly appearing in me? (yes.)
Do I need to leave the house today? (yes.)
Gaaaaah, I'm so disappointed that "Atonement" is now a movie. With Kiera Knightly playing Cecilia, it's guaranteed to get oodles of publicity, and I'll feel like a tool while I cart my book around, insisting "but I bought the book because I love Ian McEwan, not because it's a movie now!". I prefer my lovely British writers unadulterated, thank you very much.