(Try saying that title five times fast and see if you don’t get tongue tied.)
Sister Chick loves to organize things. She’s the only person I know—or have ever heard of—who actually enjoys filing. Don’t tell her I said this, but I think she might have a small screw loose upstairs because she just doesn’t realize that filing is NOT FUN. Our parents claim she wasn’t dropped on her head as a child, but I have my doubts. Organizing, in general, is not fun. But Sister Chick is somehow unaware of this fact and insists on sharing her love of organization with her friends and family, namely me.
It shouldn’t have come as any surprise, then, that for Christmas she got me something to help organize my home. She lives seven hours away from me, so she can’t just hop in the car on a whim to come over and organize my life when she’s looking for something fun to do. She has to have her fun vicariously via gifts that she knows I will feel obligated to use.
This time it was Space Bags.
You’ve probably seen the commercial for these on TV. They look like giant plastic zipper bags that you load up with what appears to be the contents of an entire closet. Then you stick the hose of your vacuum up to a hole in the bag and suck all the air out. You’re left with what amounts to a plastic encased, smashed pancake of clothes.
Sister Chick called me the other day to see if I had tried the bags yet.
Uuuuhhhh, not yet….
Naturally, as she probably intended, the guilt started creeping in as soon as the call was over and I immediately got out the jumbo bag for its inaugural stuff and suck.
I loaded it up with 1 queen sized comforter, 1 electric blanket for a double bed, and two standard sized pillows. These items had been taking up space in several closets and were rarely used, so they were easy choices for the bag. In all honesty, everything should probably go straight to the Goodwill store, but I’m just a bit of a pack rat (as Sister Chick and the rest of the family is happy to remind me) and figure I might need these things some day.
I zipped the bag, held the vacuum hose to the “patented one-way valve” (otherwise known as a hole) and proceeded to suck the air from the bag.
The bag started to shrink immediately.
And then it stopped.
What?! It was only partially deflated. There was still plenty of air to be sucked out! Why wasn’t the bag shrinking?
I decided that maybe I needed to help it along a bit, so I pressed on it. That didn’t work, so I kneeled on it. Still nothing. Finally, I decided to use my biggest asset and sat on it.
And it still didn’t deflate!
I was about to give up in total defeat, label the whole thing as a stupid piece of junk, and call my sister to rant about the ineffectiveness of her gift when I realized that I hadn’t actually fully zipped the top of the bag.
Oops. My bad.
Once the double zipper at the top was tightly zipped, the vacuum did its magic and every last molecule of air was removed from the bag.
It was amazing! What a wonder of technology! I was able to take that jumbo bag stuffed with a comforter, blanket, and pillows that had been taking up prime closet space, and slide it under the bed to store it.
I wanted to load everything in a Space Bag and shrink it.
And that got me to thinking…
Wouldn’t it be nice if they could apply this technology to shapewear? Just imagine the possibilities. Shrink two dress sizes using just your vacuum and a bag.
Gives a whole new meaning to liposuction.
Chickaliciousness: 5 for superior space saving abilities