I have no idea what this says about me, but nothing provides such instant satisfaction as cleaning something ridiculously dirty and seeing it sparkle afterward.
When my roommate and I moved into this apartment, I am 99.9% sure that the bathroom floor tile looked dingy and scratched and generally grout-nasty. Frequency of cleaning doesn’t seem to matter. I started to think that the tiles were just so old that they were too dinged up for repair.
And then – POOF!
Magic. Magic Eraser + Elbow grease = nearly new looking floor! There were a few grout spots I couldn’t get up, but I also only spent 1/2 to 1 hour on the floor, so maybe if I tried a little harder it could’ve been 10 for 10. I don’t know why 10. It’s a nice rounded number and easier than counting the actual floor tiles.
At any rate, the bathroom floor doesn’t look like its 60+ years. It’s like Botox for the floor! hah Next up are the kitchen counters. The tile is nicer looking, but the grout is nasty there too. Time for some magic!
I was also going to write about how Bar Keepers’ Friend is now, in fact, my friend too, but this involves using pictures from Mr. H’s Nintoaster project and I don’t want to give away any of those exciting details! Here is a sneak peak shot he took:
I’ll have to get him to blog a post!