Thursday, August 14, 2008

Oui Oui!

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I have never been fond of the French. When I was younger, my dad explained to me how they refused to let us use their airspace when Reagan ordered a strike on Libya, and I suppose I never got over it.

Then about a year ago, a friend of mine who had lived in France introduced me to Marseilles Soap. I'm so crazy about the stuff I am seriously considering reopening my personal diplomatic relations.

Marseilles Soap is a big rustic block made of pure olive oil.
It's intended for skin care, but I use it for laundry stains.
There's nothing it can't do - I've used it on my girls' clothes to remove popsicle juice, blood & grass stains (sometimes, all three at the same time)

Plus, I love how it looks sitting on my windowsill in the sunshine. I feel like I'm in the South of France, circa 1986, gazing up at my American-free sky...

(I order mine from amazon.com)

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