With the enthusiasm and curiosity that the acquisition of any new product promises with regards to an enhanced experience of the old one (‘husband’ came to mind but was quickly replaced, more pertinently, by ‘casein and ivory and bamboo knitting needles and banana and soy and hemp yarn’)… Anyway, what was I saying – oh, yes – I came across a switzer (I think this is what it is called) at a garage sale, of course, and decided to try it.
It has an extendable handle and the head swivels 395 degrees and the cloth part comes off for easy washing and it is very flat so looks as if it would clean under any dimes lying on the floor.
Well, the enthusiasm has waned and it has been put down the basement for a "just in case…" period of time – after which it will be a ‘garage sale’ item. I tried it three or four times, a significant trial in my estimation. The cloth part is flat but the swivel knob restricts entry under low furniture like bookcases; the extendable handle didn’t seem to be a benefit- I didn’t find I used it; the cloth part sailed merrily away on the breeze the first time I shook it over the porch railing and then a second time when I forgot about this feature; the extendable handle had a habit of showing off its swivel feature, pushing the bathroom door shut and falling noisily onto the bathroom floor. Startle reactions are not limited to babies: in adults they are (little studied!) increments of stress.
The final decision to ‘basement’ the switzer came about this morning when I got out the old dust mop again. It does the job just fine!