Soapin'

Some things are just destined to stay in your life. Of all the crazy hobbies and new things that I have tried over the years to fulfill the creative itch in me, soaping is one that I enjoy the most. Maybe because it's something that's made from scratch with lots of our own farm fresh ingredients. Maybe because the possibilities are endless in colors, scents, shapes, and oils. Maybe because no matter what the bars turn out like, we can at least use them in our own bathroom. Maybe it's because my hands have never felt softer or smoother.

The soap bug hit the other day so I decided to whip up a batch, or two, or four. I just felt like doing it, so I did it. (This was a milestone in itself as I haven't felt one bit creative since Trent died.... too many firsts). I made Vanilla Buttercream (yumm!), Dreamsicle, Almond Joy, and a lard base with oatmeal for light exfoliation with Almond scent, a bit of Vanilla Buttercream to set off the sweetness, and a dash of cinnamon.
And as the soap bug has continued, I started to contemplate teaching soap classes again. I hadn't quite decided if I would or not, and then lo-and-behold, the community ed director emailed saying that she had several requests for another class this fall and wondered if I was interested in teaching. Decisions, decisions. Could an answer to prayer be any clearer? My mind is already whirling with ideas.