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This week has been quite a whirlwind! We kickstarted the launch of our new line, Summer Breeze, and we're almost finished curating our summer lip balm collection, with the delightful addition of Honey Peach. It's simply irresistible!
Our beloved Lavender Vanilla is back in stock, though it tends to fly off the shelves quickly. Within days or a week, it finds its way into the sanctuary of showers and baths, cherished by our customers.
Ah, the sweet peas are blooming! In my grandmother Lola's backyard, sweet peas adorned an old shed. I must have been a young child when she invited me to gather these fragrant blossoms. As we approached the shed, the pink flowers twined around it, captivating my senses even then. That's why I decided to plant sweet peas in my garden, to evoke the memories of my dear grandmother and the precious moments we shared. She was a unique soul who taught me invaluable life lessons. I consider myself blessed that fate bestowed her as my grandmother.
We recently acquired a captivating new scent that has stolen my heart: Clean Cotton. I've incorporated it into our range of Laundry Soaps, but I also believe it would be a wonderful addition to our assortment of indulgent skincare essentials.
Each time I catch a glimpse of the wooden spoons, they serve as a poignant reminder of the inspiration they sparked for my cookbook. Before I even started writing, I purchased those spoons, and their engraved phrase became the focal point of the book cover and theme. "Season everything with love." When baking or cooking a meal, I believe that the most vital ingredient is love. My son used to exclaim, "Put some love in that cooking!" The spoon brings back those cherished memories. It's the little things that matter.
As the summer breeze whispers through the jasmine of my mind, it evokes a feeling of tranquility and contentment.
The Soap Shop Poem
In a quaint corner of town, where dreams unfold,
There lies a soap shop, a treasure to behold.
Its scent-filled air dances with fragrant delight,
A haven of cleanliness, a pure and soothing sight.
Within those walls, a symphony of soap is born,
Crafted with passion, each bar expertly adorned.
From lavender fields to ocean's gentle breeze,
A kaleidoscope of scents, the senses to appease.
Bubbles of joy, swirling in a rainbow hue,
Whisper tales of freshness, as they softly imbue.
Handmade with love, with care and devotion,
Each soap a masterpiece, a potion of emotion.
The shelves are lined with nature's purest gifts,
Oils and butters, blended in perfect shifts.
Aromatic herbs and flowers, petals gently pressed,
Transformed into bars, where cleanliness is blessed.
For in this soap shop, magic lingers in the air,
A sanctuary of cleanliness, beyond compare.
Where dreams are captured in fragrant embrace,
And every cleansing moment is a moment of grace.
So step inside, let the scented journey begin,
Where soap becomes art, and cleanliness a win.
Discover a symphony of fragrances, untold,
In this magical soap shop, where dreams unfold.
Jill McDowell Lincoln
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