That was until I learned the only way to keep it that way was to regularly vacuum foot traffic, steam clean cat puke, and remind our guests to remove shoes on a daily basis. Let's just say when we had guests over all I could think about was when that first glass of red wine that was going to christen the floor. (I would like to thank my friend DeeDee for taking care of that so promptly.)
Admittedly, I was a bit neurotic. But you would be too if everytime you came home your eyes scanned the rooms for the next spot before you took off your jacket and settled in. I was obsessed with keeping the carpet impossibly spottless. I was turning into Mommy Dearest - scrubbing and steaming until the floors bared no trace of human inhabitation. If the vacuum lines weren't on the carpet it was time to vacuum again. Get the point? So here we are now.
