The popular phrase "generation gap" has a different meaning when I think of my rich soap making women relatives. My great grandmother a natural soap maker, as my grandmother, then my aunt and then me! However, had it not been for my lovely aunt Vivian those eighteen, almost nineteen years ago sending me her luscious silky goat milk soap bars that she made in her soap kitchen, I would mot be making soap today. Oh , I might have dabbled with melt and pour, I'm almost sure, but the process of cold process soap making probably would have intimidated me. Isn't that interesting? You see, you simply never know what kind loving gifts and gestures grow from thoughtful seeds.
A soulful twist on the phrase "generation gap." A gap that fills my cup and runneth over with sweet heartfelt memories. Soap making stories passed down from generation to generation. Some of which include hand written letters from my aunt about how she'd be in awe as she watched her grandmother Lucy make homemade lye soap in a big black kettle on a sunny summer day. She would then use the soap to wash dishes, laundry and home keeping chores. Back then, soap was an valuable commodity and was used for many things other than bathing. Part of my fascination with soap is because of those earthy stories that have been so tenderly shared. I treasure them.
I'm guessing that's why, when I make soap feelings of happiness overcome me each and every time. Even after 18 years of making soap, my soul is filled with excitement and content. As though my life was not complete before I became a soap maker.
A hand made life. Feeling gratitude.
Speaking of soap. Wow! I'm whipping it up!
Enjoy caring and sharing days and with all good wishes.
New projects in the works. Looking like they will be launching in 2016. Excited to share, later.