I have many weaknesses — understatement, that — but my biggest one has to do with cleaning gizmos. I can turn my back on an iPhone, and recently did. Perfumes — Joy Jean Patou and Chanel No. 5 excepting — don’t do Jack for me; and those, as all my young hip friends keep reminding me, are my grandmother’s perfumes. I enjoy handbags, shoes and flirty cocktail dresses as well as the next gal but what really gets me salivating are cleaning gadgets.
Neatnik nanny: Do you love to clean, but don’t care about cleanliness?
I am not talking here about the jhadu — that stalwart of house-cleaning that is the birthright of every Indian house. I am talking here about newfangled “cleaning solutions” that claim to shine your home to a sparkle without your having to shake a limb.
I occasionally wonder why I am fascinated by cleaning gizmos, especially since I am not a very tidy person. I mean, it is not as if I live in a pile of rubbish or anything drastic like that. It is just that I can pick my way past discarded clothes, books and toys all littering the floor without breaking a step or sweat. I agree with my teenage nephew that bathing on a daily basis is hugely overrated; I don’t see the logic of making a bed particularly when you have to unmake it at day’s end. I am not particularly house-proud. But show me a new mop or a microfibre cloth that claims to pick up dust and my eyes light up. I cannot stop myself from becoming the latest sucker to succumb.
A large cupboard in my apartment is filled to the brim with cleaning stuff of all sorts that I barely use. But I take comfort in the knowledge that when, and if, I decide to clean my home, I have everything that I need at arm’s reach. Vacuum cleaner — got it; multiple bottles of biodegradable cleaning fluids in every hue of the rainbow — yep, got that. Mops, scrubs, scourers, sponges, you name it, I have it.
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