MrsSpaceship
Well-Known Member
Last week I held off soaping because I was expecting my shipment of supplies. I really must learn how to time my orders so they arrive prior to a holiday, not after. So finally it arrived yesterday, but while I was out and about, so my assistant texts me that I have a box that smells lovely waiting under my desk for me. Not only am I denied the instant gratification of my package, but Smells Nice?!? My package shouldn’t smell nice! it should smell of warm cardboard and diesel exhaust at best.
When I get back into the office, sure enough, my desk is smelling lovely and sweet, and my box looks like it would be on the postal services watch list of suspicious packages with oil stains galore, I guess this is why they declined shipping it in the first place leaving Brown to do their worst. A leaky bottle which should hopefully be rectified by the supplier is the aromatic culprit, but now I have a constant reminder for the rest of the day that I’m at work and can’t go home and soap.
I make myself feel better by running around the office shoving my FO’s at people saying “Smell this one! Now smell this one!!” (Well not really running around part, but I do offer up my smellies to anyone that pauses long enough to comment on the fact that my desk is the best smelling place in the office. “What else did I get?! Well I thought you’d never ask! Blah blah blah.” I go on, imune to the deer in the headlight stares of my peers as they listen to me talk about “these new colorants, and omgosh, you have to feel this oil, doesn’t it just feel amazing on your skin, oh, and this is avocado butter, isn’t it just amazing too, and...” pause for breath JUST ONCE, and they run back to their desks and pretend to work. Whatever, I so know they’re not!
So finally it’s quitting time. I drive home with all the windows down to avoid the fragrance headache that is starting to come on from my box and me being in a confined space together on a quite warm day. Upon getting home I lay out all my new treasures. I’ll fawn over them, showing them off yet again, this time to my dear husband. He doesn’t last long before disappearing into the depths of his office, “leaving me to it.” as he says. “Ah, alone at last!” I’ll just pop online and check out what’s going on at the forum and run my recipe through Soapcalc. Several hours later I come up for air and realize that my evening is gone,
So the whole point of this rant is this. How in the world am I supposed to narrow down and perfect a holy grail recipes when there are so many different things to try?!?
All you enablers aren't helping, because with almost every thread I open I get about 10 more ideas. I could spend a month or more just trying variations of lard recipes. I know that a true soaper is always tweaking, but this is ridiculous! :crazy:
:sigh: Ok, rant over, thanks for listening, I'm going to go pretend that I'm making soap tonight.
Edited for words.
When I get back into the office, sure enough, my desk is smelling lovely and sweet, and my box looks like it would be on the postal services watch list of suspicious packages with oil stains galore, I guess this is why they declined shipping it in the first place leaving Brown to do their worst. A leaky bottle which should hopefully be rectified by the supplier is the aromatic culprit, but now I have a constant reminder for the rest of the day that I’m at work and can’t go home and soap.
I make myself feel better by running around the office shoving my FO’s at people saying “Smell this one! Now smell this one!!” (Well not really running around part, but I do offer up my smellies to anyone that pauses long enough to comment on the fact that my desk is the best smelling place in the office. “What else did I get?! Well I thought you’d never ask! Blah blah blah.” I go on, imune to the deer in the headlight stares of my peers as they listen to me talk about “these new colorants, and omgosh, you have to feel this oil, doesn’t it just feel amazing on your skin, oh, and this is avocado butter, isn’t it just amazing too, and...” pause for breath JUST ONCE, and they run back to their desks and pretend to work. Whatever, I so know they’re not!
So finally it’s quitting time. I drive home with all the windows down to avoid the fragrance headache that is starting to come on from my box and me being in a confined space together on a quite warm day. Upon getting home I lay out all my new treasures. I’ll fawn over them, showing them off yet again, this time to my dear husband. He doesn’t last long before disappearing into the depths of his office, “leaving me to it.” as he says. “Ah, alone at last!” I’ll just pop online and check out what’s going on at the forum and run my recipe through Soapcalc. Several hours later I come up for air and realize that my evening is gone,
So the whole point of this rant is this. How in the world am I supposed to narrow down and perfect a holy grail recipes when there are so many different things to try?!?
All you enablers aren't helping, because with almost every thread I open I get about 10 more ideas. I could spend a month or more just trying variations of lard recipes. I know that a true soaper is always tweaking, but this is ridiculous! :crazy:
:sigh: Ok, rant over, thanks for listening, I'm going to go pretend that I'm making soap tonight.
Edited for words.
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