Open my closet and you will see blouses and t-shirts with yellowed armpits. I wear deodorant, I promise. Yes, antiperspirant even. But Secret and Dove and Lady Speedstick have all betrayed my sweaty little secret. I’ve switched to a casual combination of baby powder and baking soda. It’s not liquid or gel or any other filmy concoction. (Why would you want to put more moisture in there anyway?) Plus, it doesn’t have aluminum or talc powder or any other metal compound I could try to force through my skin. Minneapolis is in the upper 90s today, and of course I’m still sweating a bit, but I don’t smell a thing.
I also filled an old stationary box with baking soda and put it in my closet to soak up those campfire memories that live in most of my sweatshirts. I brush my teeth a couple times a week with baking soda and hydrogen peroxide. I figure it counters the browning effect of my daily cup of coffee. I sprinkle it over my carpet and wait as long as I can before I vacuum. I rent a room, and God knows what has passed along the surface of those fibers!
My grandma never told me about this gem of a cleanser. I’ve gone baking soda crazy. It’s so simple, and I prefer buying a couple boxes of baking soda to a couple bottles of 409, Scrubbing Bubbles, Clorox, toothpaste, and carpet deodorizer. Join me—you won’t regret it.