Soapmaking is a learning experience. Some scents work better than others. And some oils have better moisturizing abilities. It's kind of a trial and error, even if you use a soap recipe.
A month ago, I embarked on a new adventure. Lard soap. I had never made it before and I thought it might be different to try. I read everything I could find. At first the soap smelled so good and lavendery. I added dried, crushed lavender and even though it was very speckled and mouse-poopish, it smelled like a winner.
Fast forward four weeks. The time it took for this soap to cure.
I decided to try the soap yesterday. At first, all was well. Then, something went awry. After the soap was wet and lathery, it started to smell like meat. I wasn't sure if it was an olfactory malfunction or in my head. But I started to smell like meat. The more I washed, the more I smelled it.
I was afraid to go outside. What if all the neighborhood dogs could smell it and they wanted to sniff me or eat me? I had visions of me looking like the pied piper with hungry, barking dogs chasing after me.
I smelled the same bar of soap yesterday afternoon. And it smells like lavender again. I don't get it. Now I'm thinking of new names for this soap. Like "How to Catch a Man (or Dog) Soap" or "Manly Meat Soap" (men like meat, right?). Any other suggestions? Have any single friends who want a man or a dog?
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Last night Joe was in the ER for six hours for a bad viral stomach thing. He was severely dehydrated and they gave him a few IVs of fluids. Poor guy drove himself. We couldn't reach nearby friends or family and he didn't want me to have to take all of the kids in with us. My mother offered to take him to the hospital, but he didn't want to make her drive the 20 minutes to get him and the 20 minutes to the hospital. She was more than happy to do it. She commented, "It's not like he's asking me to drive him to Wal-Mart, although if he really had to go, I'd take him, too."