What the
/&$/%&·(“?!???? happened to my rose hip soap? My usually smooth pretty pink rose hip soap? This speckled effect was completely
unintentional… (love the natural light in this photo, the following 3 were with artificial light...)
I can’t
think of anything I did differently other than make larger quantities (a full
48-bar mould) and maybe add a little more rose geranium essential oil than
previously.
Right at
the end as I was adding the trace ingredients, it started to set up on me in
globs, actually one big glob, like a rock!!
Oh no… this is an expensive soap to make and I was determined to save it
so I pleaded, attacked, sliced, blended, mixed, begged, coerced, chopped, bludgeoned,
and blended and blended some more. Then I manipulated it into the mould. Phew!
Note the irregular size logs.. hmm.. hmm.. the guitar string on my log splitter broke on me while cutting... another surprise!!
I have some ideas on how to
do thing slightly differently the next time, but in my smaller experimental moulds
first.
Update: Making making making soap again (Yippee
yahoo!!!!), after a summer setting up the studio & shop, selling, packaging
till the wee hours and 7 nights a week at markets. At the studio till 1am Friday
and yesterday, tweaking my goat milk soap process and making tons of it… a rhassoul
shampoo, a new salt soap with patchouli & geranium… with my husband near me
in the packaging room, packaging away…
Both he and Aurora, my daughter, have really jumped on board this summer
and have taken over most of the packaging.
And they are good at it! I love
that my work now incorporates family time.
Both are begging encouraging me to improve the packaging process –
we are currently waiting on quotes and samples for customized boxes for soaps and
stickers for the tins. So many things on the go, each one keeps me even more
busy… WONDERFULLY BUSY. I have never
thrived on monotonous routine, as normally, I get bored easily. I don’t even usually take my coffee the same,
I change it up, sometimes with honey, sometimes with sugar, sometimes black,
usually with milk, sometimes tea instead.
In university, I never understood why on the second day of class each
student would go back to the EXACT same seat they had the previous day, and
desperately hang on to that seat for the rest of the term… I would regularly
change my seat as it was an opportunity to meet new people.
But
now, I can’t seem to ever get bored doing what I do… it’s always so full of
surprises and changes.
Coming up:
More about my latest mistakes surprises.
Good vibes
to you all. Thanks for following!
Xo Jen
