Every spring, I get that same burst of motivation to crack the windows, shake off winter, and make the house feel bright again. And every spring, there’s one job I’m tempted to ignore until the last possible second: the blinds. Mine somehow collect that weird gray film of dust, cooking residue, and plain old grime that doesn’t look too bad from across the room, but the minute the sunlight hits it, it’s impossible to unsee.
A few years ago, while I was doing my usual half-hearted dusting, my mother-in-law watched
