Skip to main content

Brush Cleaning

I bought a pack of Ivory soaps as mentioned in my Sunday Shopping post. I used one bar to clean my makeup brushes. I’m very lazy when it comes to deep cleaning my brushes because I just hate cleaning them with shampoo. I use green Sunsilk, by the way. I also feel that I’m wasting too much shampoo with this method and Sunsilk isn’t exactly cheap. Ivory makes it all better though.

ivory and brush, bitsandtreats


This is my Sigma blush brush that’s very dirty. I just swiped it on the bar a few times and voila:

ivory, bitsandtreats

Some of the makeup transferred to the bar. This was still dry. When the brush was wet, it was a different story. It became clean instantly. It’s also very easy to rinse compared to the shampoo method. I was also surprised that Ivory was able to get rid of the deep- seated makeup in some of my brushes i.e. concealer brush, eyeliner brush, etc. It’s been a while since I saw them that clean. No matter how much shampoo I apply and how much I swirl them, I just couldn’t make them that clean before.

Try this method if you are having trouble with the shampoo method too. It’s faster, easier and much cheaper. I have four bars and they will probably last the whole year. I will use the leftover Sunsilk to clean my hair brushes. More on that soon.
Labels:

Comments

  1. HollieFebruary 26, 2013 at 9:08 AM

    oh cool, another way to clean brushes. love this idea ^_^
    http://redberryaha.blogspot.com

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Soul Notes: For Your Journal Tonight

Come sit with me for a while. I have my journal open, and tonight I’ve been thinking about something I suspect I do more often than I realize. I turn healing into another thing I need to accomplish. I want to know when I’ll be over something. When I’ll stop thinking about it. When something that hurt will finally stop hurting. When I’ll feel like myself again. And somewhere along the way, healing quietly becomes another deadline. Another invisible date on a calendar. Another thing I can somehow be late for. But maybe healing doesn’t work particularly well under project management. Maybe there are things I will understand quickly and things I’ll have to revisit again and again. Maybe I’ll feel completely fine one day and unexpectedly tender the next. That doesn’t mean I’ve gone backwards. It means I’m still moving through it. I remember one day, many years ago, when I had fibromyalgia. I lived in constant pain. I just couldn’t get a good day. And then one day, in the office...
Post a Comment
Read more

Used to the Last Drop: The Ones I’d Already Told You About

  There’s something particularly satisfying about finishing a product you’ve already written about. Not testing it. Not forming first impressions. Not wondering whether I’ll still like it three weeks from now. Finished. My Molang Honey sheet masks and this body scrub both made it all the way to the end. (Finally for the Molang sheet masks, right?) I’ve reviewed both before, so I won’t review them all over again here. But perhaps using something until there is nothing left to use is its own kind of review. Beauty products come through my bathroom rather frequently. Some are lovely for a week. Some get pushed to the back of a shelf. Some simply stop working for me. And then there are the ones that quietly disappear because I kept reaching for them. Maybe an empty container is the shortest review of all. I liked it enough to finish it. If you want to read my thought about these products, just type them on my search bar. —- With elegance and quiet fire, Lady E Founder, Glow by Lady E...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Pleasure of Leaving It Behind

  I really liked this dress. Enough that I stood there looking at it for far longer than necessary, having that familiar little debate with myself. It was black. Simple. Very me. I could already imagine how I would wear it. There was only one problem. The fabric was thick. And perhaps in another climate, or another version of my life, that wouldn’t matter very much. But I live in the Philippines. We’re going through El Niño. Heat and I are already not particularly good friends, and my histamine sensitivity has made me even less willing to wear something that might leave me uncomfortable simply because it looks good. Still, I stood there. Because sometimes walking away from something we like is strangely difficult, even when we already know it isn’t right for us. We start negotiating. Maybe I’ll only wear it indoors. Maybe the fabric isn’t that thick. Maybe I’ll regret leaving it behind. Then I realized I was trying awfully hard to convince myself to buy something my body had alrea...
Post a Comment
Read more