Professional results and professional products go together. A few days ago I wrote about my decades-long use of janitorial cleaning supplies to clean my home. Not only do I use professional products, I use a professional system. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to spend all day cleaning. Rather, I want great results in minimal time. And guess what, that’s exactly what cleaning services do — that’s how they make money. So, I use their products and their systems to get the best results, very efficiently.
When I speak at conferences on organizing, I do my best to convince people (mostly women), that the work done in homes is worthy of the best quality equipment and products you can obtain.
Time after time I see families where men who are weekend warriors, who very occasionally do some kind of project requiring power tools — and they have a garage full of expensive gadgets. In the same house, laundry is being done multiple times each week, vacuums and dishwashers and stoves are being used every day — and the equipment (which was often shoddy to begin with) is only marginally working.
So wrong and so backward! The work of maintaining a home becomes much less burdensome when good tools are available. And, yes, a washing machine is a tool.
If you’re in a more technical field, you might need circuit analyzers, a variety of meters, thermal imaging cameras, or other professional equipment. You wouldn’t think of using subpar equipment to get the job done. Rather, you’d use the best you could reasonably afford.
Working at home is serious work, too. The tools used deserve adequate resources to make work efficient.

Some people are just more talented than others. And that goes for bloggers as well. Some of us (ahem) write about things we love and things we hate and things that make our hair stand on end and things we are passionate about. And we use stock photos or marginally identifiable photos we took in the back yard (or in the kitchen or in the family room), because that’s pretty much all we’ve got going on.
Then there are those who not only write about the things they love and hate, but do it with style. Because they can. Jason No-Last-Name-Kind-Of-Like-Cher of Frugal Dad is that kind of blogger. In his own words: Frugal Dad continued
As the snow finally begins to blow in Utah — we were all beginning to think winter would just pass us by this year — I am reminded of one of the best things about living in a place with seasons. A good hard winter freeze does wonders for keeping bugs at bay.
Growing up in Utah, I came to understand that nice homes never, ever had bug problems. If you kept your house clean, the bugs simply didn’t make an appearance.
Then we moved to Boca Raton, Florida, and life changed. Suddenly the critters were everywhere. I had, very literally, never seen a cockroach until we moved into our townhouse rental. (I apologize for using the most revolting image ever on my site. It fits the topic, but I don’t plan to make a habit of it.) Suddenly, they were everywhere, in the bathrooms, in the walls, in the cabinets, in the drawers, under the stove drip pans. I mean who lives under stove drip pans?! Not Subtropical continued
If you are a fellow American, “letting a flat” might sound like gibberish. Or needing replacement tires. But it’s very simple. In British parlance letting is renting and a flat is an apartment. When we lived in England in 1983, we let a flat in a row of townhouses.
Compared to our American digs, it was minimal. But compared to most of our local friends, it was very nice. It was a two-story unit with a living room and an kitchen/dining/laundry combined in one on the main floor. The upstairs featured three bedrooms. Each was reasonably sized and fitted with a sink. On one end of the hall was a tub and sink. On the other a lone toilet. (Who came up with that design? The we-do-not-believe-in-germs coalition?) Want to Let? continued
I shouldn’t be writing about eyeglasses. Really. I told you I finally went to the eye doctor — for the first time since we moved back to Utah (in 2001). And, yes, I ordered my prescription reading glasses. But I still haven’t picked them up. And now the eye doctor is starting to do the just-calling-to-give-you-a-super-friendly-reminder-that-your-freaking-glasses-are-still-sititng-in-the-pickup-box thing.
I need them. I paid for them. I just don’t want them. Can you blame me? I just want my eyes to magically improve so I can go on with my life without the bother. Valentine’s Eyeglasses continued