Parents go wild over ‘brilliant' 15p hack that removes grim stains from your whites – it's a must for school uniforms
This is especially true for socks - which are prone to becoming mucky in practically no time, especially if you have kids.
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Luckily, one savvy mum has come to rescue, after revealing an easy hack which will take your white socks from dirty to brand new with no faff.
The best part? It costs just pennies too - and is a must for keeping your kid's school uniform looking pristine.
Sharing the game-changer of a trick social media users begged her to reveal, mum Jemma Craig took to Facebook where she raved about a special product - Stain Remover Soap.
Uploading a snap of her white socks before and after using the cleaning essential, Jemma said in the post: ''Thank you so so so much to who ever recommended this soap!
''It's saved me a fortune in new socks, it's worked a treat.''
The soap, which is made from natural ingredients and doesn't contain any harsh chemicals, sells for £7.99.
Although that may seem rather steep, you get a whopping 50 uses from one bar - which works out to be just 15p per use and is certainly a better option that forking out for new socks.
To get the best results and make your white sparkle like new, the brand recommends to wet the fabric first, moisten the soap and rub it into the stubborn stain.
If necessary, leave for a few minutes, then rinse with clean water or put in the washing machine.
What's more, not only is the soap kind to your garments but also the animals, as it's cruelty-free - a win-win.
The cleaning must-have boasts an impressive five-star rating from delighted customers, with one person claiming nothing compares to this stain-banishing soap.
''I own every stain removed on the planet and this one outdoes every one.''
Another was singing praises and wrote: ''This soap is the best stain remover soap. Takes lots out stains out. Love it, can't be without it.''
A foodie chimed in: ''Tried it on a curry stain and it removed the stain completely. So very happy with this product.''
Fellow cleaning fans can order the soap online via the website and choose between a two-pack (£14.39) and a three-pack (£19.18).
10 Grossest Areas People Forget to Clean
By Danielle Mason, who has 20 years of experience
Under and Behind the Fridge
Crumbs, dust, and spills accumulate over time, attracting pests and creating bad odours.
Shower Curtain & Liner
These collect mildew and soap scum but are often overlooked. Wash or replace them regularly to keep your bathroom fresh.
Toothbrush Holder
One of the germiest places in the bathroom, filled with bacteria and toothpaste residue. Rinse and disinfect it weekly.
Dishwasher Filter
Food particles and grease build up, leading to unpleasant smells and reduced efficiency. Remove and clean the filter every few weeks.
Washing Machine Seal
The rubber gasket traps mould, mildew, and detergent buildup. Wipe it down with white vinegar and leave the door open to air dry.
Light Switches and Remote Controls
Touched daily but rarely cleaned, making them germ hotspots. Wipe them down with disinfectant regularly.
Under the Sofa Cushions
Crumbs, dust, and even lost items hide in the cracks. Remove the cushions and vacuum thoroughly.
Kitchen Sink & Plughole
Food residue builds up, causing bad odours. Pour boiling water, bicarbonate of soda, and vinegar down the drain to freshen it.
Ceiling Fans
Dust piles up on the blades and gets redistributed into the air when turned on. Use a microfibre cloth or pillowcase to clean them easily.
Doormats
They trap dirt and bacteria from shoes but are rarely washed or vacuumed. Shake them out weekly and deep clean them every month.
Head to her Instagram pages for more cleaning information @ missmasoncleaning @ daniellemasonuk
'Better than bleach'
However, if you want to try out another hack before ordering the soap, cleaning whizzes have also been swearing by a 16p trick they insist is '' better than bleach ''.
One person had taken to the Mrs Hinch Cleaning Tips group on Facebook to ask for advice, writing: "I'm going to try bleach on these stubbornly stained white t-shirts and socks.
"They all have a little different coloured logo on them though.
"Can I still use it?"
People quickly took to the comments section to offer their own suggestions, with many recommending Napisan.
"I would avoid using bleach," one wrote.
"I used it on school shirts and it turned them yellow I had to bin them.
"I would try Napisan."
"I would recommend Napisan," another commented.
"Bleach used to be my go-to until it turned my socks and a top yellow.
"Napisan is amazing, doesn't affect other colours and works so much better than bleach."
Manufacturers recommend adding two tablespoons of Napisan alongside your regular detergent in the wash for the best results.
You can even wash at 30 degrees with Napisan.
It works to remove stains by releasing active oxygen, which also kills germs - which is why so many parents use it to get rid of marks on their kids' clothes.
For more intense stains, mix 60g of Napisan with four litres of water and soak the stained items in there for six hours.
Then wash as normal.
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