I didn’t write yesterday. It was soaping at my sister’s day and afterwards she and I went out for dinner, so by the time I got home, it was all I could do to shelve my soap before I got ready for bed. It was a great day. We each made a batch of soap and much measuring and pouring and mixing and talking and laughing was done. Also some eating of cake and drinking of tea.
I took lots of photos of course.
Welcome!
Mum and my sister in the prep stage.
oils and equipment everywhere.
miscellaneous things
Mum’s friend in her funky soap-making smock.
Mum’s groovy (and very protective) boots
Careful measuring
mixing the oatmeal into the oils
soap in moulds
Fresh soap
My pure oatmeal soap, setting.
It was very good fun, and then today, I unmoulded my soap and cut it into chunks. The container I used made for thick chunks and I couldn’t decide whether to have short, fat blocks of soap, or longer, slimmer soaps, so I called for help from Andy and the kids. It was a tied vote, so I did half of one and half of the other. We’ll know which is best in practice when we use them I guess.
I’m imagining how soothing these will be on our skin.
All the soap, curing in the cupboard. Just so satisfying 🙂
Today was a fairly relaxed day. Late in the afternoon, we harvested some more of the endless supply of cherry tomatoes growing in our garden.
They’re rampant and show no sign of slowing down. This is just a portion of what is a tomato jungle. Some are propped up with stakes, others have just taken over whatever they’ve been able to scramble up.
But the tomatoes taste fantastic.
Walking Back To Myself 