On Wednesday, I wore a pretty, vintage, carnation-pink dress to work. When I got home from the office, I realized that at some point during the day I had managed to get a quarter-sized smear of blood on the skirt.
ACK! ACK-ACK-ACK!
Lucky for me, I was in the middle of a chat with Mandy when I saw it, and her cool head and freakish familiarity with stain removal was exactly what I needed. She instructed me to soak the stain with cold, carbonated water (which I had on hand! yay, seltzer!) and to BLOT like crazy. Admission here: I did not blot. I scrubbed with a nylon-bristled brush, but I did scrub towards the center of the stain, rather than spreading it outward. I scrubbed until I could scrub no longer. I could still see a faint ghost of the stain, but there was no more that I could do. I set the dress aside to dry.
On Thursday night, I checked the dress. Even knowing where the stain was, I had to look hard to find it. It’s not completely gone, but it sure is in better shape than it was earlier! I may still try some kind of commercial stain-removing product, but even if it never gets better than this, Mandy deserves some sort of merit badge.
THANK YOU, MANDY!
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