Over the last couple of months I have had some very
unwelcome inhabitants in my soap kitchen. Sometime in a soap makers adventures
these little gremlins are present and quickly move on to greener pastures,
leaving in their wake a batch or in my case batches of soap that you end up
fragrancing your garbage can with. Yup, they are unsalvagable ..... is that a
word ...... the ones that result in undesirable or unusable soap. All my
mantra's, soap dancing, various genre's of music, silent prayers, loud ones too,
and a plethora of threats thrown in for good measure probably had them in fits
of laughter, entertaining them to bits and ensuring their stay to be
lengthened. And some culprit was feeding them as they went from gremlins to
devastating ogres. There were so many different issues that my silent nervous
breakdowns were having a hard time categorising themselves.
"Jasmine"
in all its glory sporting a crackled effect.
"Chai" with
an overly zealous attitude to outshining all participants in the crackle
contest.
Last week I upped the ante and started soaping
for real and threw out the challenge to the first restock soap that if she
plays nicely with me she will get a new name.
Take a bow
"Mucking Afazing"!
I'm typing this
in a whisper, but I think the soap gremlins have left the building.
Greetings from Cape
Town
Cynthia