Life in the Craft Lane - Part Deux

First off, I am indebted to DH who stayed up until his regular waking for work time elfing for Straight Gay Friend's kids. I won't force him to listen to me into the late hours this evening.

Next, I got the newsletters delivered today. Kabloey delivered his overcompensation for me smoking out the fourth grade last week. Sadly, I forgot to let Mr. High-Cute-Boy-Quotient in on the joke. Kabloey also worked his kissing up chops by slipping the prinicipal is my pal a bath bomb too. Whatta kid!

So Atheist Anthopologist and Starving Artist Friend come over for some more hot soaping. This time using coffee as the liquid. We have the equipment requirement down, even the fats right. But the scent thing is still escaping us. Lye mixed with hot coffee smells like - burnt coffee. All the windows open in 40 degree weather - hell, the frost is not off the bud here. But having to choose between freezing our tits off and adequate breathing air - well, the lungs won out.

Oh, and we melted the stick blender so that the blades dropped out. Luckily, the whisk is stainless steel. There stood SAF on her tippy toes whisking the mud soap together. I am sorry that AA was disappointed in her soap. But let's look at the bright side - I didn't blow any circuits, only 5 children were forced out of doors and my soap pot is already crapped out.

I did wash dishes twice today which is two more times than I have washed dishes in the last 12 months at least. Guilt and housekeeping - they do go hand in hand.

Needless to say, we will be eating off paper plates this evening. I would be baking on paper plates if I could figure out how to keep that burned paper smell to a minimum. Oh well, maybe I'll stick with the plan and bake some pumpkin bread.