Making Hand Sanitizer

We're about halfway through our only bottle of hand sanitizer, and there is still none at the stores, so I looked into what I need to make my own. I actually have everything I need according to this Wired article with a quick recipe for making your own.

Okay, I don't have the essential oil, but we don't care how it smells.

My guy was looking for a small bottle we could use to put some hand sanitizer in his truck, and I wanted one for my purse. While scrounging around my bathroom drawers I found four of these (one is now in his truck):

I honestly forgot I had these; my daughter liked them so I'd always buy a couple extra whenever I went to Bath & Body Works. Problem solved. :)

Comments

nightsmusic said…

I always keep a small bottle of hand sanitizer in my purse. It's a good idea to do at any time, not just now. And a wide mouth gallon of water with 1/3 cup of bleach in it for sanitizing though really, since neither of us has been around anyone else, my sanitizing is at a minimum.

Hope all are good!!

March 30, 2020 at 7:25 AM

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