So I was talking to my Yankee friend Amy the other day about stain removal (yes, my life really is that boring). She said that her mother swore by pouring hot water from a height to remove fruit juice stains. I was skeptical, but didn't say so at the time.
Well, today Edith was wearing a beautiful little sundress that Noelle made--green and white checked gingham with a halter neck and little white pockets. We passed a cherry tree on our walk home from Dylan's school, and it had ripe cherries on it. I gave one to Edith, and she dribbled cherry juice all down the front of herself.
Panic.
Despair.
Anger.
Idea...
When we got home, I took the dress off her and put her down for a nap. Then I came downstairs and put the kettle on. I took the clothes off the washing line and did a few other little jobs. Then I held that dress over the kitchen sink, took a deep breath, fought the inner voices that were telling me to pre-treat with chemicals and NOT set the stain with heat, held the kettle about 12 inches away from the dress, and poured.
What do you know, that cherry juice came right out!
The dress is drying on the washing line, and ready for Edith to put it back on when she wakes up.
I'll have to tell Amy that her mother's tip worked a treat.
I definitely won't be avoiding conversations about stain removal, either.
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