I got up again at 3am. Checked out lovely daughter's soap and wrapped it up even though it seems ready. I want her to unwrap and reveal it.
"Dang, why doesn't she get up, it's almost 4am now!"
7am - I opened her bedroom door, glared and used my mind power to awaken her. Humpf, didn't work. The power of the teen is great and they recognize no limitations.
8am - Cold this morning. 50 degrees. What a great day to make more soap. She's still asleep. I may have to take her Nook away. Stays up too late reading.
9am - (Me) "GOOD MORNING GLORY!"
She - "Morning daddy. Is the soap ready?" (my heart leaped.)
Me - "Let's look."
I let her unwrap the towels and reveal the final result. Much less ash than before. Not bad. She lifted the reused liner out of the mold without taking off the ends and unwrapped what looks to be a really nice first attempt with the help of a somewhat further along beginner, me.
She started to just cut at random but I had her measure and then cut at the same approximate thickness. She has a better eye than I. We weren't sure what to expect as both sides were white and we wondered if any of the red would show deeper.
Here's the very first cut. Sweet relief! I talked her through most of the actual making of this batch (something not difficult for me
). She did most of the pouring and all of the swirling, etc.
And a couple of shots of the finals. Lovely daughter is quite proud of her work and expressed her desire to do more. I can hope it continues but with teens who knows? I'll enjoy it while it lasts.
And finally, our lowly apprentice kitchen cleanup helper. She comes running whenever the magic expression "CLEANUP!" is used.
