We are running out of soap.
And even though I have been buying hand soap and creams locally from Sharlene, a creative genius, at http://thesoapfarm.com the urge to make my own bars of soap has been growing so I decided to give it a try again. I did learn about making soap years ago at a local herb farm but decided it was too much work until recently when I figured out that I didn’t have to make 40 bar batches.
But, let’s not call me slow okay.
Still, there was the burning issue of working with lye and since I tend to rush in and clumse (new word) about, the thought was unnerving me. I decided to ease myself into it and started out by making a hand lotion. Orange-scented jojoba oil lotion to be precise.
Oh my! It goes on like silk and soaks into the skin like magic. The orange scent is yah-okay. I would prefer something with more oomph. Something more exotic. Maybe a deep lusty scent to bring out the beast in dear old Man-Wonder.
*Snort*. . . . okay, maybe just beef up the pussycat in him. (Good thing he never reads these blogs.)
Anyway, Man-Wonder, more to shut me up than anything, made a delightful soap mold for me from an old pine shelf unit he was dismantling.
Then I gave it a one-sided paint job and, using my super skills at sewing, whipped up two elastic straps (first photo) to hold the sides and lid tight during those first 24 hours.
Still, I was hesitating about making the soap, even with Man-Wonder now giving me the stinkeye until I spent more time (to the point of burning eyeballs) online watching videos and reading articles on how-to before I screwed up the courage to make a small batch.
It turned out surprisingly well during the saponification stage (look Ma – no lye burns or exploding volcanoes). It poured into the mold nicely. And even though it killed me to do so, I covered it up, tucked a small quilt around it and left it be for twenty-four hours to solid up. Then, with great delight because it was looking so normal, I cut into bars.
Which are now sitting on a shelf in our closet curing for the next four-six (oh hell, let’s say five) weeks.
Mind you—I am keeping the step-stool in the closet so I can climb up to smile down at them and I gotta’ say—this waiting period is going to be tough. Waiting isn’t one of my strong points.
Like, not uncovering the soap during those first crucial twenty-four hours.
Yeah. No. I peeked.
For shame I know, but, in my own defense—it was just a super-sonic, one-eyed peek before snapping the quilt back around the soap box. And it didn’t hurt the process one bit. . . . I hope.
Want to make soap? Here’s a few juicy sites to check out: