Back to the Barbershop

It isn't a secret to our American family that both my hub and I wait to get our hair cut on our visits to The Netherlands. We have become regular (every 4-5 months!) customers of a salon owned by a fluffy Turkish lady. We do not even know her name, but we love what she does with our hair. Last Thursday she cut off many inches of my hair, and her colleague clipped my hub's hairdo. Now we are presentable again.

Speaking of barbershops, I have been using my Barbasol upholstery cleaning trick on some inherited wingback chairs. The two chairs were left in the Beltway apartment so that we would have a place to sit once the rest of the furniture was shipped to our Wetcreek home in Louisiana back in October 2012.

Yesterday and today I smeared the two cloth chairs down with Original  Barbasol, rubbed the foam in with old white socks, and then used a wet cloth to remove excess shaving cream. A quick rubdown with a dry towel, and they should look and smell better. When they are thoroughly dry, I will vacuum them.

My hub says the living room smells like a barbershop, but that is better than Febrez.

Barbasol to the rescue once again! 

Love that stuff!