Attack of the Blue Fuzzies
By Joanie Buettgen
Today, I noticed a large number of little, baby blue colored “pill balls” on all of my floors. The large quantities of these things, come from my king size bedroom blanket.
My husband Mark and I live in a two-story craftsmen style home. I believe it was built in 1915. It has the typical high/low carpet which was popular back then. This terrain is important because it holds these fibers. And they hide in these crevices like mice.
This daily battle has been going on for over 30 years.
As I start my day with a cup of coffee. I tell myself, “Not today…I won’t succumb to the constant picking, gathering and tossing of these little fabric buggers.
I try, like most women, to keep the house clean and tidy. But these creatures have minds of their own.
I also have dog and large quantities of dog hair. Jake, the dog, has hair that is stick straight and blond. On a red carpet the fur sticks out like a sore thumb. These tresses sabotage my cleaning efforts daily.
My little blue fuzzies are comical creatures. They like to attach themselves to every surface in every room. I’ve even noticed them dangling from Jake’s nose, and hiding on my mouse pad.
There is no solution to my dilemma. The blanket manufactures no longer sell these types of coverings. They used to be made with long lasting, 2-sided satin binding. It’s been 15 years since I bought that last one.
These fuzzies should not be confused with the daily dirt that collects in and around our home. That’s other issue that won’t be discussed here.
In my quest for a clean house I regularly go from room to room. I’m not at all into vacuuming, so I try to spot clean each room by picking up these small pieces of debris. Somehow it makes me feel better.
A shrink could probably put a long syndrome name to my obsessive behavior with fuzz. But, I think there are many women who behave like me and never say a word.
Lately, I’ve noticed I’ve turned into a fuzz hoarder. I put them my pockets when I’m busy, and try to dispose of them later. The problem is now I have stashes in every piece of clothing I own.
It’s embarrassing to say the least, when I’m out in public, and pull out a piece of Kleenex. Then, I notice that they have popped out of my pocket. And stare up at me. I try to kick them aside, but they reluctantly stick to my shoes.
I think I know the reason for my new obsession of the fuzz. I work a night shift. My job is a commercial cleaner. My responsibilities are to make sure the rooms are spotless. No white pieces of paper, no pink dots, and no gold glitter should be found.
I think my obsessive cleaning also comes from my upbringing. My dear mother constantly picked up bits of debris from her six children. She just couldn’t seem to find the time to vacuum daily with all of us running around.
I remember as a child telling myself, “I’m never, ever, going to pick up lint when I’m older!”
I have become my mother.
Joanie Buettgen is “Just another columnist trying out this new stuff.”Published: AfterFiftyLiving.com, Café’ of Dreams, More.com, Minnesota Moments Magazine, Thankful-Home.tv, Carver County Historical Society, Kansas City BBQ Society, Carver County News, National Barn Alliance, and Ridgeview Medical Center newsletter. Memberships: National Society of Newspaper Columnists, Toastmaster’s, Minnesota Newspaper Association, Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop. Social Networking: Blog:https://joanie19.wordpress.com, http://twitter.com/joaniebuettgen, www.linkedin/com/in/joaniebuettgen.