And so I put that sock around the blade first. Nothing but my hand holding it to start. It did the trick, although it would fall off every so often and I was getting annoyed until I remember another of Andrea’s tricks — clothespins. Genius. I rummaged in a drawer until I found an old one and clipped the sock tight against the blade. Boom. Instant grip. I felt like I was winning, at last, at cleaning. You should’ve seen my hubby’s eyes. Shocked
Dragging the sock along the blade was… disturbing. Like watching the sock inhale months of grime in one swipe. Living near a busy street with the windows open a lot doesn’t help, apparently. But wow—it actually worked. The sock didn’t just move the dust around, it grabbed it. Full-on cling mode.
When I got to the edge, I gave it a little extra swipe along the top edge of the blade. That’s where all the sneaky dust hides. Then I moved on to the next blade. Rinse and repeat. Well, not rinse—I wasn’t washing the sock between blades. But you get what I mean.
The base of the fan where the blades connect was a little tricky, so I ditched the clothespins and just put the sock back on my hand. Gave it another spray and wiped around all the little nooks. That part’s always a pain, but weirdly, it wasn’t that bad with the sock. It sort of molded to the shape of everything and got the job done without me having to grab a second tool or ladder or whatever.
