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Don't Cry! That Spilled Red Nail Polish Can Come Out of Cream Carpet



I love my brick floor.  It's unique, and it hides dirt extremely well.  Unfortunately, anything dropped on it is pretty much toast.  On the bright side, it hides nail polish pretty well, too.  Not so for the carpet.

A quick google search led me to . . . non-acetone nail polish remover!  Ominously, that was followed by a ton of other suggestions, in case the nail polish remover didn't work.  After using up what remover we had on hand, I dashed off to Walmart for more remover, as well as more hydrogen peroxide (suggestion #2) and Oxiclean, for good measure.

Fortunately for me, three bottles of the remover was all it took.


I either imagined or saw a pink tint to the carpet still, so I ran my carpet cleaning machine over it for good measure.  I am pleased with the results.  (Or at least too lazy to really obsess over whether or not the carpet is still pink in places.) 


The carpet was overdue for a cleaning, wasn't it? Hmm, I wonder if we have any more nail polish? I know we have more carpets, and a bit of nail polish really gets me moving on carpet cleaning!

Thankful thought for the day:  Thanks for the little things in life, like carpets, brick, cleaning supplies, and little challenges, like nail polish.  I know life isn't always so calm.  :-)

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