commoncenz
Well-Known Member
Labeling and wrapping! YIKES!! I'd pretty much been wrapping my soap in parchment paper and giving it to friends/family like that. However, ever the glutton for punishment, I decided that I just "had" to attempt to label them and wrap them in shrink wrap.
Besides the fact that it was the most tedious thing I've ever done that's associated with soaping, it took me like 5 hours to do 120 bars. Heck, it took me about 3 hours before I figured out that I should get the soap started in the shrink wrap bag and then add the label as I was putting the last half of the soap into the bag.
Now, during that 5 hours the following things happened:
1. My cousin came over and her two year old threw up on the kitchen floor. And she (My cousin) stood there looking at me like "I" was supposed to clean it up. Sorry, but mine are all old enough to clean up their own puke!
2. My uncle decided that today was the day to reminisce about the good old days. Why not? As long as I was labeling and wrapping soap, he had a captive audience ... and so, I listened to ALL of his stories for what seems like the millionth time.
3. The dogs ... bless their hearts ... chewed up one of the quilts my mother made for me ... so there were little feathers all over my bedroom floor. I'm sure I'll be finding feathers in weird places for months.
This is not "October's Rant" as I'm sure something "better" will come along.
Pics of my wrapped soap. I know it's not the best job, but I guess I'll get better with practice (more wrapping .. yippee).
Besides the fact that it was the most tedious thing I've ever done that's associated with soaping, it took me like 5 hours to do 120 bars. Heck, it took me about 3 hours before I figured out that I should get the soap started in the shrink wrap bag and then add the label as I was putting the last half of the soap into the bag.
Now, during that 5 hours the following things happened:
1. My cousin came over and her two year old threw up on the kitchen floor. And she (My cousin) stood there looking at me like "I" was supposed to clean it up. Sorry, but mine are all old enough to clean up their own puke!
2. My uncle decided that today was the day to reminisce about the good old days. Why not? As long as I was labeling and wrapping soap, he had a captive audience ... and so, I listened to ALL of his stories for what seems like the millionth time.
3. The dogs ... bless their hearts ... chewed up one of the quilts my mother made for me ... so there were little feathers all over my bedroom floor. I'm sure I'll be finding feathers in weird places for months.
This is not "October's Rant" as I'm sure something "better" will come along.
Pics of my wrapped soap. I know it's not the best job, but I guess I'll get better with practice (more wrapping .. yippee).