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A few years ago, I posted the recipe we used to make our own laundry soap.  It was inexpensive, easy to make and worked well.  Since that time I've found a recipe I like much better.  It's still inexpensive, easier to make, store, and seems to do a better job getting rid of those...ummm...boy smells.  In the last few weeks a number of requests have been made for the new recipe. So, here it is.

Oh, by the way, this can be used in a high efficiency washer (at least we've had no problems).  It works best if you sprinkle it inside the tub (on the clothes) instead of adding it to the soap dispenser.

1 Box Borax (4lbs. 12oz)
1 Box Washing Soda (3lbs. 7oz )
4 lbs. Baking Soda
3 Bars of Zote, Ivory, Castile, or Fels-Naptha soap; grated

Mix well.  Use 2 Tablespoons per load.  In my area everything can be found at King Soopers or Walmart

Hope you all enjoy! =)

Until then...
Jessie
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  1. MarliesNovember 19, 2013 at 4:57 PM

    This is interesting I used the same items in a slightly different ratio (1 part each baking soda, washing soda, grated soap, to 2 parts borax). I like the Fels-Naptha soap, I like the light scent. And it does such a great job.

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