My Libman Mop After Eight Years
In the years since I wrote about my daughter buying a mop at the County Fair, she's bought another four mops - while I've stayed with my trusty Libman mop which still looks to be good for years to come..but I digress, let's get to the story.
You might say I come from a history of compulsive housekeeping - not really, because I redirected my compulsion towards artwork. I'd sooner make art than clean, but I usually decide to get the chores out of the way before diving into the art studio. If I didn't I might sink under layers of painting materials.
That reminds me of the first time my in-laws dropped in on my hubby and me, a few weeks after our marriage. Oh boy! We both had quite early and long commutes in the morning from north of the city all the way through the urban traffic clear to the south end in the warehouse district.
Need I say mornings were a hassle. This was back in the 60s when we fell into the traditional gender roles, and that meant that cooking and housework were my bailiwick. Well, though I loved breakfast and wouldn't think of leaving for work without a full meal in the morning, I hadn't yet gotten the knack for nourishing us and washing up afterwards, and still getting to work on time.
So, the morning debris sat where we left it until evening, more often than not. Problem with that is that all too often the evening maid was just too tuckered out, and left her job for the morning maid. Well, neither of them had been on the ball for a couple days on the fateful day.
We had just pulled into the driveway and opened the front door when we saw the folks' car turn into our very long driveway. We exchanged action plans through a glance. He ran out to meet them and detained them outside, for a bit of a tour of the grounds before bringing them inside.
I flew from room to room, grabbing dropped clothing and such, tucking them into the clothes dryer in the old laundry room. Then I whisked all the dishes and pans into the oven, and was just filling the tea kettle when I heard the five of them come in the front door.
Hallelujah, in days like that it was truly a blessing to have a kitchen set off back from the living room, so our maid's neglect wasn't on full display for our living room tea party. Mopping her house was part of my contribution to my mom-in-law during the months we stayed with her, after a relocation from another state, so she knew I could clean a house, even if my hostessing skills were wilted.
Even as a girl I really enjoyed mopping floors and back then, and still, I like to have just the right mop. In the 50s and 60s we used one of those heavy duty sponge mops that had the metal cover with holes in it that we'd close to squeeze the icky water out of the sponge.
By the 70s I had embrace the old fashioned string mop. It could clean a wide swath of floor, so the daily cleanup was shortened in our new large home. Then when I returned to college I discovered Libman and my first cut fiber mop. It was with me for over a decade, parting ways only with a move.
Now I see that Libman has a new version, the Wonder Mop. I'm sure to get one for my new home, but not until after the move. I like my mops, but not enough to pack and move two of them. The current mop buddy will still do its part in the art studio or the basement, and the newcomer will move to the kitchen.
In my old home I used to stand my mop in the water heater closet, but in this place I hang the wet mop over the shower curtain rod, the head draped on the far side of the shower head, so any water that drips off during the drying process lands in the tub, not on the fresh floor.
Then, for storage I close the cover and stand the mop up in a corner where it remains clean and free of dust.
Refills are easy to replace so you'll never be a slack-mopper. Even if your day maid bums out you can still get the job done.
The Libman dries in a flash. It's easy to wring the water out by sliding the cover down and then twisting, like wringing a cloth. No fingers in the muddy water!
The shape of this bucket stabilizes it so water is not likely to spill out when carrying.
And it sure won't tip over like the round ones sometimes do.
I'd rather use a green natural cleaner than depend on chemicals like in the past.
Citrus oil helps to free up the dirt and grime and the mint adds a refreshing scent to the cleaning job.