Tip #100: Don’t be afraid to display scrub brushes.
Did you see that little number up there? 100 tips? Seems like a pretty big number for a blog about something so tiny, doesn’t it?
To celebrate the big 1-0-0, I’m answering a reader question about a subject near and dear to my neurotic little heart:
Because this particular query struck a real kindred spirit kind of chord, I’m publishing the letter here for you all to enjoy as well. Can’t keep all the good stuff to myself, etc.
I think we have too many scrub brushes. There’s the vegetable brush, the icky-pot brush, the bottle brush…. Each serves its purpose, but where does one put them all? I’m reluctant to stash them under the sink, esp. when they’re wet, but man do I hate looking at them. Seeking your sage advice.
(I’m willing to replace any/all of these brushes. Would sort of love it if they matched or at least went together. Is that anal? I’m sure you understand.)
A Faithful Reader
Ah, the scrub brush dilemma.
First let me direct you to this tip and reiterate that there is no question that said brushes should be matching and nice to look at. Being anal is my modus operandi. See below for links to the good stuff.
Once you actually like the look of your classique brushes, you will not be so bothered by looking at them. But you might become slightly preoccupied with trying to keep them in tip-top shape.
Enter the jar.
We store our three dish-washing brushes in a glass jar on our countertop, next to the faucet. The jar system came about less for aesthetic reasons and more because I was sick of replacing the brushes when they got grody. Given my low tolerance for creeping mold and soap scum, the replacement was happening more often than was wise or reasonable and something had to change.
The above brushes are about 4 months old and still going strong, mostly devoid of nastiness. After each use, they get a thorough rinse with hot water and they’re never left to languish in greasy dishwater. (I promise I’ve only brandished a soapy scrub brush in James’s face and hissed, “Rinse. This. And. Put. It. Back. In. The. Jar.” a handful of times. Victory for everyone involved.)
Note to germaphobes: I’m decidedly a neatnik, but not so much a true germaphobe. If the idea of using a scrub brush at all gets you ooged, sorry ’bout that. Bleach?
For tiny apartment survival tips #1-99, head here.