and it's been 30 minutes since I made my last batch of soap.
I have become quite obsessed with this whole soap making thing. I spend a lot of time reading about soap, thinking about soap and, much to my husband's chagrin, talking about soap. As a trained chemist, I am fascinated by the chemical reaction that occurs, turning lye and oils into soap with lots of natural glycerin. And the little girl in me absolutely loves mixing things together. It brings back memories of sneaking into the bathroom and playing with my mother's stuff: her shampoo, her make-up, just pouring and mixing. (Sorry, mom. But you knew I did that. Remember the time you caught me pouring your good make-up out the second floor window? I don't know why I did that but I loved watching things pour out of bottles.) However, I like to think my concoctions now are much more beautiful.
Good old unscented soap and lavender oatmeal soap.
Top to bottom: lemon poppyseed, orange cinnamon spice and orange chocolate. Not an orange chocolate bar. Orange chocolate soap with real baking chocolate and cocoa powder. That one is for my mom. She loves orange cream chocolates and I think she deserves such a decadent soap even though she won't share her orange chocolates with me.
It has now been 45 minutes and I am already planning my next batch of soap. Coffee soap, I think. Or maybe beer soap.
If you run into me out and about, I'll try not to talk about soap but I can't make any promises.