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Lifehacks for Utter Failures

If you've read any number of my blog posts, you understand I have a problem with, well, failures. A clumsy mess am I.

The upside to this is I have learned a lot of "lifehacks" along the way. Things that have saved me a time or two. Here are some of my tried and true favorites.


  1. If you get grease on your clothes -- cooking, working on the car, etc -- you can use shampoo or dish washing liquid to get it out. Think about it. Those cleaners are created to REMOVE GREASE. It works too. Just let it sit for a while and work into the stain, then wash it as normal.
  2. If you tend to put something down and forget where it is, do this: as soon as you put it down, imagine it exploding right there. Seriously close your eyes for 2 seconds and picture the explosion. You will not forget that your keys are on the stove because you just thought about them exploding there. When your brain thinks, "Where are my keys?" you will remember exactly where they are.
  3. If you burn your hand (or other appendage) while cooking, apply soy sauce or mustard to the burn and let it soak in. It will usually prevent a blister and will take away a lot of the pain.
  4. Mix your powder and bronzer together before applying. It makes it look more natural.
  5. For hair dye accidents (like you get red hair dye on your white carpet...oops), apply any plain vinegar to the stain. It will remove the stain really fast. 
  6. For dirty fireplaces stained with soot, use scrubbing bubbles cleaner. It soaks into the brick and removes the soot. Scrub it with a brush after it soaks in.
  7. If you're not using Google Chrome as your internet browser, do it. 
  8. If you're in need of that post-polishing your nails spray, you can use cooking spray instead. Just leave it on a minute and then wipe your nails clean. 
  9. To fold a fitted sheet... just kidding. I still don't do that.
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Those are just some of my favorites. What are your lifehacks? Please share because I can always use more!

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