Now if Pooh and Piglet looked that closely at my floors, shelves, or tabletops, I would be completely found out. So, instead I will confess (with head hanging down). My house is not clean. It's all an illusion.
Our house is generally fairly tidy. We get little piles here and there occasionally. The art table often has several projects in various stages of done-ness lying about. And we won't even GO into our daughters' rooms--I think one should have a permit to see that. But in general, if someone came into our house and left quickly, it would give the impression of cleanness. Note the key word--impression.
HOWEVER, our house is not the cleanest. We have enough dust bunnies that I think it is time we named them because they are becoming a part of the family. And a creative toddler (or I) could have a field day making pictures on the dusty shelves. And if we had unexpected visitors, I would likely skid across the floor in order to shield their view from our bathrooms.
Now with my confession over, I plan to decorate the shelves with a few "dust pictures."