Soap opera
A few days ago, I decided the time to make more soap had come. And so I made a beautiful soap with the most expensive of oils. Behold:
But this is not a tale with a happy ending. As is so often the case, the soap turned out to be gorgeous, but ill-mannered; it thumbed it's nose at me, snickered evilly, and separated.
Argh.
Usually I start again from scratch at this point. But because I used very expensive oils, and because I made a very large batch, I melted the soap down instead. There was much cursing and despair, but I did manage to save it - though it is now so soft it will probably take months to dry to the point where it won't melt away at the first touch of water.
But alas, the soap has changed. Lo and:
...
Yeah.
But this is not a tale with a happy ending. As is so often the case, the soap turned out to be gorgeous, but ill-mannered; it thumbed it's nose at me, snickered evilly, and separated.
Argh.
Usually I start again from scratch at this point. But because I used very expensive oils, and because I made a very large batch, I melted the soap down instead. There was much cursing and despair, but I did manage to save it - though it is now so soft it will probably take months to dry to the point where it won't melt away at the first touch of water.
But alas, the soap has changed. Lo and:
...
Yeah.