tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31651375.post8849237417357357489..comments2023-10-29T03:57:49.474-04:00Comments on The Accidental Environmentalist: Update on Charlie's SoapMistressmybaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16040035582367431567noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31651375.post-59882052345737690762009-01-27T15:30:00.000-05:002009-01-27T15:30:00.000-05:00OMG! I KNEW there was a reason I was getting all ...OMG! I KNEW there was a reason I was getting all fervor-y about it. It's not just magic! My devotion is also divinely inspired. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the comment, NomX3, and I'll be sure to comment on your blog as soon as I can come up with something witty to say! You and your merry band of commentors have me splittin' a side over there.Mistressmybaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16040035582367431567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31651375.post-60424796527509561482009-01-27T09:58:00.000-05:002009-01-27T09:58:00.000-05:00Okay, you know how the above comment sounds like I...Okay, you know how the above comment sounds like I'm a crazy person who cares way too deeply about soap? Well, listen to THIS!<BR/><BR/>Picture me, standing at the washing machine, pulling out my grandmother's embroidered pillowcases, embroidered for her with her initials by HER mother, my great grandmother. Picture me pulling out a pillowcase and discovering...<BR/><BR/>...that it has been dyed a kind of revolting liver color by an errant table-runner that snuck into my whites load without my knowledge. This thing is like 80 years old and is one of the only relics of my great grandmother I have, and I've just ruined it. Try to imagine the feeling.<BR/><BR/>Now imagine it's a week later and I'm putting away the laundry (that's how I roll--wash in December, put away in February). I see the gray/pink pillowcases and my heart plummets to the floor. At the last minute before I slip into a depressive coma I think, "Wait! What about that Charlie's stuff? It worked on the bowing robes! That was a tough stain."<BR/><BR/>So I put the ruint pillowcases (bear in mind, THEY HAD BEEN THROUGH THE DRYER) into a bucket with about a quarter cup of Charlie's soap and enough hot water to cover. I soaked them for 45 minutes or so. When I took them out, <BR/><BR/>the water<BR/><BR/>in the bucket<BR/><BR/>was beet colored<BR/><BR/>and the pillowcases<BR/><BR/>were white.<BR/><BR/>as.<BR/><BR/>snow.<BR/><BR/>That's why I'm not a crazy person. That's why Charlie's soap is worthy of religious fervor.Nom, nom, nom!https://www.blogger.com/profile/16011195205959692265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31651375.post-87465023627650291782009-01-24T19:16:00.000-05:002009-01-24T19:16:00.000-05:00I thought I left my Charlie's soap you gave me at ...I thought I left my Charlie's soap you gave me at the laundromat. Boooo!<BR/><BR/>But then I found it! In the car! Yaaaaaaaay!<BR/><BR/>Cellllll-A-braaaay-shon! Let's celebrate! It's awright!<BR/><BR/>(That's a word picture of how I was feeling when I found the Charlie's soap in the car.)Nom, nom, nom!https://www.blogger.com/profile/16011195205959692265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31651375.post-10811339184247865602009-01-24T19:14:00.000-05:002009-01-24T19:14:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Nom, nom, nom!https://www.blogger.com/profile/16011195205959692265noreply@blogger.com