Every once in a while a product comes along that changes my life. Among those things whose virtues I have felt compelled to extol are C&B scrubby sponges; a oily, quick drying top coat that I used to use when I used to do my own nails that TOTALLY prevented sheet marks and smudges (I know!); and my salt cellar (covered salt dish, really).
Now, I haven’t been living under a rock or anything; I have heard of Mr. Clean Magic Erasers before, but apparently back when Jill (or was it Mary?) introduced me to them, I didn’t really have a need. But the other day I got sick of looking at the scuffs left by my pool chairs in my entry hall wall (because God forbid I put them in the closet) and I discovered a new set of marks on the front bumper of my car—that must have appeared somewhere between valet parking at the Sheraton and parallel parking on Newbury Street in Boston.
Hmmmm, I thought. I wonder if the Magic Eraser would work.
O.M.G. I wish I had taken “before” photos because the “after” ones would be remarkable. Seriously. Night and day.
I love you, Mr. Clean…(Magic Erasers)!
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LOL! My mom swears by those. She just discovered the Tide Stick, too. Check it out. Really.
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