The grout lines your cloth glides over

I finally gave that narrow bathroom grout line some attention.

That little line between the tiles had my attention today. I held the nozzle close and worked along the groove, keeping my fingers back while the steam drifted across the surface.

I worked along the sofa seam with the cushions aside.

With the cushions out of the way, I leaned over the sofa and followed the seam with the attachment. The living room still looked lived in around me, which felt about right.

I spread the attachments out beside my laundry counter cloth.

My counter became a temporary sorting spot for the cleaner, funnel, and brushes. I laid everything beside the folded cloth so I could see what was there before picking an attachment.

I gave the little edge beside my stovetop a turn.

There I was with a plate still nearby, working the brush along the stovetop edge. I kept my attention on that narrow strip while a little steam rose from the tip.

I reached for the cleaner with the box still open.

The hallway was my unpacking spot, right beside the shoes. I crouched down to pick up the cleaner while the plain box and loose packing paper were still spread around it.

I wiped the nozzle while the cleaner rested beside me.

With the window ledge looking tidy, I sat down and wiped the detached nozzle with a cloth. The cleaner rested on a towel nearby, with its cord gathered beside it.

I gave that grubby line beside my balcony pots some attention.

There I am, crouched between the flowerpots and the doorway, working along the tile joint. Such a small patch of balcony, but it had me looking closely at the floor.

I focused on the cooker edge with my mug still nearby.

My mug and tea towel are sharing the counter while I aim the nozzle beside the hob. I like having that narrow edge right in front of me as I work.

I got down beside the shower to tackle that bottom edge.

Sitting close to the bathroom floor gives me a clear view of the shower frame. I'm pointing the attachment along that lower strip, with my knees tucked up beside the cleaner.

I worked along the sofa seam with the hose attachment.

The cleaner is down beside my feet while I hold the hose against the cushion seam. There's a laundry basket beside me and a throw still draped over the sofa arm.

I found myself pointing out the nozzle beside the laundry pile.

We've got the cleaner sitting on the laundry counter between us. I'm pointing at the attachment while we look it over, surrounded by folded towels and the usual bottles above the washing machine.

I tucked mine onto the hallway shelf next to the shoes.

I'm bending around the hanging coats to settle the cleaner on the shelf. The cord sits beside it, with shoes to one side and a storage tub underneath. That's my hallway corner.