A friend called me a “regular soap queen” yesterday. Not really, she’s the one who taught me how and has been doing it for a long time. But I’m just trying different recipes each week, amassing a collection worth selling for some fun money.
They’re all on top of my fridge right now, excluding the loaf of calendula soap. I don’t know if that’s best because the smell of the essential oils seems to be dissipating, but we aren’t set up for full time soap factory here in our tiny little antique house. There’s green tea/ lemongrass/ eucalyptus on the left (they’re kind of funky-shaped) and plain castille, green tea/lemongrass, and rosemary exfoliating on the right. Can’t wait for them to cure because I’m still using Ivory.
I’ve hijacked the kitchen table all week for making jewelry as Christmas gifts. Somehow we’ve been eating breakfast around this mess, passing the milk over boxes of hemp and wire….
It could be the sound of an evil, mastermind, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of a patiently prepared plan being, finally, executed. Or it could be the sound of…
I’m fighting the urge to re-knit this knit along tank a size larger. I know stockinette curls under and that I’ll be adding edging and a band to the bottom,…
Remember me writing about the Schwinn Collegiate bicycles I got for myself and my daughter here and here? How I was going to try to learn how to tune up a…
If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well. – an old proverb… and my mother I have not failed. I just found 10,000 ways that won’t work. – Thomas Edison…