That sinking feeling you get in your gut when you see the bacon grease splash up from the pan onto your favorite pair of jeans…
That nauseated feeling you get when you pull your beautiful shirt out of the dryer and see a set, pinkish stain that you must have missed when you put it in the washer to begin with.
Rule #1: The minute you see the stain, you treat it. Most likely if you do, you can get the stain right out…no matter what it is…grease, strawberry juice, grass, blood.
Rule #2: Check your clothes before you wash them, in case you’ve missed something when it occurred. Best not to dry a stain. This will set it and make it much more difficult to remove.
Rule #3: Don’t panic. This stain remover formula is truly supernatural!
Drum roll please…
-Small, empty spray bottle
-Dawn Original Dish Detergent
Mix 1 part Dawn detergent with 2 parts hydrogen peroxide in the spray bottle.
(In other words, 1 cup Dawn & 2 cups
hydrogen peroxide, or 2 cups Dawn &
4 cups hydrogen peroxide, or 3 cups Dawn
& 6 cups hydrogen peroxide…am I being a bit redundant here?!)
Shake vigorously. Shake, shake, shake! Work those arms!
Now you can liberally spray this onto the affected area, and start scrubbing at it with the toothbrush. You should see the stain start to fade, right before your very eyes. Yay!
Then you’ll want to take said tainted garment and place it in your washing machine, in a hot (as hot as your machine gets) water soak with one
Oxi Clean packet for 3-4 hours. Then wash as directed.
CHECK to see if the stain is gone before drying. If not, repeat above steps.
*Disclaimer: Notice I didn’t list nail polish as one of the villains that this über stain battling formula can remove. Alas, although this superpower is superior to any stain fighter I’ve come across, nail polish is the one villain that it hasn’t yet defeated. “Where an irresistible force meets an immovable object.”
As a matter of fact, I don’t know of any way to remove a nail polish stain. Do you? I could certainly use the tip…
For weeks after buying our brand new couch, I would hiss at my husband any time he came near it with food, drink, or just his possibly dirty hands/feet/clothes. And of course… one day I decide to apply a new coat of nail polish to my toes, “Red Hot Tamale”, lose control of the brush and send a red hot streak flying through the air onto the front of the couch. Did I mention it was a big streak? This was years ago and my husband still points to it whenever I try to get upset with him about any mishap he may have had. Because mine will always be much, much worse.