After the first 24 hours I’d say that at least two thirds of the brushes were back to within working order tolerances. The bulk of the grime had come off, and the bristles themselves were pliable and soft. Score! The other third had a more tenacious level of grunge penetrating their bristles. So those had a cleaning and a once over along with those I deemed suitable to be returned back into my tool kit. After a thorough inspection these last five brushes will sit in the concentrated soap until Monday. I figure an additional 72 hour soak should be about as much as anything could ever need, on top of the first 24 hour soak. At which point I will wash and examine them all – again. My hope was to salvage every single last expensive brush, but if I end up with one straggler that can’t be fixed, I’ll be mostly ok with that one getting tossed, or repurposed to smoothing clay/sculpey instead. So for the low low cost of $7.00 CND, I am most definitely happy with the Murphy Oil Soap as brush cleaner. Can reccomend it. Worth a try. I do wonder if the old formula was more tenacious? But seeing as I don’t have any of the old stuff I can not say one way or the other.
Today is Saturday Dec 17th, 2022. Christmas is looming large on the horizon. Luckily there is a school field trip to occupy the kids attention, and a rescheduled winter fair for children set for Wednesday that should also act as an attention buffer to block the Christmas Present Jitters in both kids. I still have not put a single item under the tree. And thus far – knock on wood – no fist fights regarding gifts. Not exactly a hack. More an effect of out of sight out of mind. Just means I need to lug a fair amount of gear up & down the stairs on Christmas Eve after the kids skip off to bed. Might have to slip some excedrin pm into their night time drinks to make sure all my banging & swearing doesn’t wake them up. I kid – of course. No amount of pharmaceuticals could ever keep my kids asleep on the biggest night of the year for children. I’m sure they’ll be up with nightmares about sleeping through Christmas, or having their gifts get opened by someone else. Or that Santa forgot about them, orca million other reasons for them to be do wired that they can’t fall asleep, or stay asleep the whole night through.
I feel a runny nose coming on myself. So let us hope that clears up without testing positive on a RAT, or leading to a hacking cough that lasts for eight or nine weeks, and continues to travel from nose, to sinuses, to throat to lungs and then back again. Time will tell I suppose. Ciao Bella
