How to clean shower doors with 2 simple ingredients

Ouadie Rhabbouron

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I tried to take some photos before, during and after. I don't think they fully capture the essence of the task at hand, but I will give you a picture to start giving you an idea of what lies ahead.

I did some research online looking for the best (and easiest) method to remove buildup. I decided to start with the vinegar method. It seemed like the easiest solution and I already had vinegar on hand, so I left.

Step 1:

– Vinegar
The first step was to pour the vinegar along the shower rods. My rinks have small holes to allow the water to drain away, so I plugged them with paper towels. It wasn't the perfect solution because it was still dripping from the soaked paper towels, but it did a good job. A cloth or something thicker than a paper towel might work better.

Dirty shower door rails #docciasporca #pulitaconaceto

After letting the vinegar sit for about 30 minutes, I removed the paper towels that were clogging the drainage holes. Then I took a clean paper towel and erased the traces. Most of the dirt and stains inside the shower door rails have been removed in one fell swoop! I grabbed a toothbrush and scrubbed the hard-to-reach places that I couldn't reach with the paper towel. (If you don't have an old toothbrush, I found a multipack for $1 at Walmart). There was still a small area under the door in the track that I couldn't reach with my toothbrush. For under the doors I used a paper towel soaked in vinegar and gently pushed it under the door into the track. Since I had already let the vinegar sit on the rails, the dirt was already loose, so it didn't take long to clean it up.

For the vertical rails, I soaked paper towels with vinegar, pressed them into the rails and let them rest. By taking off the paper towels, I cleaned the rails as I removed them, then used the toothbrush again for the tight corners.

Step 2: Baking Soda
I have now moved on to dealing with mineral buildup on the top and outside of the shower door rails, as well as a vertical portion of the rails. I didn't really know if they would be able to tell the truth, but I would do my best.

Shower door detects calcium buildup #showerdoordirt #showertrackcalciumdeposit

I mixed baking soda with water in a small bowl to make a paste. Using a rag, I applied the paste to the buildup on the top and outside of the track and in the vertical section of the track and let it rest there. I don't remember how long I let it rest while I worked on other things, but I would say probably 30 minutes. I removed the paste with a damp cloth and surprisingly a lot of it came off on the first pass. If your doors don't have as much buildup as mine (and I'm sure they probably don't), you may be done with this initial cleanup.
Accumulation of traces on the shower door #comerimuovereilcalcio #comepulirelerotaiedellaportadelladoccia
After cleaning the shower door guides, #cleanwithbakingsoda #cleanwithvinegar

Unfortunately, due to my lack of cleanliness, this task would have required some elbow grease. I repeated the baking soda step again. This time, instead of wiping it with a damp cloth, I used a small metal scraper and scraped off the buildup of mineral deposits. Some areas needed more than others, especially the top of the shower door rail on the right, next to the wall. Since this spot had so much buildup, I had to chip it off with the metal scraper. I repeated over and over again with baking soda until finally the buildup disappeared!

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