Archive for June, 2012

Goat’s don’t like Apples!

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Goat’s Milk Soap + Applejack Peel fragrance = crying soap!

See that single tear of overheated goop running down? Poor soap. Such a bummer too as those swirls were looking promising. I had read that this fragrance could have a bit of a hissy fit with CP soap, but given that was in the FREEZER, that’s some serious heat build up!

This is my second loaf of soap to befriend my rubbish bin in a week. I wonder what will be the third?

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ShareGoat’s Milk Soap + Applejack Peel fragrance = crying soap! See that single tear of overheated goop running down? Poor soap. Such a bummer too as those swirls were looking promising. I had read that this fragrance could have a bit of a hissy fit with CP soap, but given that was in the FREEZER,…

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Back 2 Skool!!

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Guess what?! I’m going back to school!! And, unlike most of my childhood life, I’m actually super excited about this!

I’ve been debating this decision for a bit now, however it was driven home like a punch to the face the other week when I launched the new massage bars and was contacted by quite a few pregnant women wanting to know if it was safe for them to use. That night was the deal maker for me – decision made!

I’m going to become a qualified Aromatherapist!!

I’m currently doing a lot of self-study about the chemical components and such used in soaping (the different surfactants and what they bring to the party is the current topic killing my brain cells – damn bubble bath!), but that’s more so I can perfect my recipe’s and actually know why different components cause different results.

I’ve decided to work on my Aromatherapy skills so I can expand my knowledge and eventually my line of products and know that I am qualified to put together essential oil blends to help people with different ailments. I already have all the general ideas for products I want to make, so now it’s time to learn the what and the why of the oils instead of just coping random recipe’s off the internet and assuming the author is knowledgeable.

I will be specialising in ante/post natal, babies and children mostly, but the course also covers a range of other areas. Including aromatherapy massage, which requires practice and clinical hours – gee, wonder how hard that will be to find guinea pigs for.

This week I’ve been busy getting everything set up and today walked a nerve wracking twenty or so meters from one bank to another with my course fee money – all the imaginary muggers in the world spring to life when I’m carrying a wad of cash like that.

It’s done now though! I’m officially enrolled and ready to start once these coming school holidays are over. I find it highly amusing that I’ve also enrolled my daughter into her first school this week as well. My baby girl starts Primary School next year *wipes a tear away*

ShareGuess what?! I’m going back to school!! And, unlike most of my childhood life, I’m actually super excited about this! I’ve been debating this decision for a bit now, however it was driven home like a punch to the face the other week when I launched the new massage bars and was contacted by quite…

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OMG it comes BIGGER?!

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My life is a lot like James Bond’s. Only he gets to fight bad guys while winning all the hot girls, and I get excited over finding bulk sized oils in a new Supermarket. Totally similar right?!

After dropping the kids off at their dad’s today, I stopped into a Supermarket I don’t usually shop at. I was actually there trying to hunt out one of the last remaining Choc Caramel Pie’s that Sara Lee stupidly decided to discontinue. Instead I found something SO much better!! Rice Bran Oil…. in a FOUR LITRE CONTAINER!!

See, where I live there are two main supermarket chains – Coles and Safeway (known as Woolworths to everyone outside of Victoria because for some reason, we just have to be different. I guess that’s why I live here…) Much like Ford or Holden, everyone has their choice. I’m a Coles girl. I don’t know why, but I’ve just never liked Safeway. I think it’s because they always feel smaller. The isles are thinner which means you have to be closer to people as you pass by, and that usually means being polite and making eye contact. /shudder

Coles is bigger. Wide open spaces for a crazy cat like myself to run free. And I do mean run… although my ‘prey’ is usually two screaming kids who think this is the best game EVER!  Even though I love my Coles, like any relationship, they occasionally just tick me right off!! This is usually the case when I find something new I like, only to return a week later and see that they have stopped stocking it. I’ve had this happen no less than six different times.

I discovered last night that my anger about the missing choc caramel pie’s were in fact misguided and it wasn’t actually Coles’ fault. It was the manufacturer Sara Lee. They discontinued it due to “poor sales” apparently. That in itself is a shocker because surely my consumption would have been enough to raise share prices alone.

Knowing that this god like desert is now almost extinct, I’m on a mad search to find the few remaining pie’s. And my first stop today was the local *groans* Safeway up the road from my ex. No pie. Although they do stock the Custard Danish which my Coles don’t so snaps for Safeway on that.

Knowing I needed Rice Bran oil as well, I thought I would grab some while I was there. Like the shining star that lead the three wise men to baby Jesus, so too did isle number four glow with a directional beacon. There, on the bottom shelf, was FOUR litre size containers of Rice Bran Oil. Haaaaaallelujah!

The man walking up the other way of the isle gave me such an odd look when I let out a mouse like “squeee” and did a little stomp of my feet like an excited four year old.

See, Coles only stocks the 1L bottles. While usable, it’s frustrating running out, which I do often. Not to mention the extra land fill. But now I have found a FOUR litre container! That’s three less times I have to remember to purchase while out shopping. Safeway is starting to look like that ugly tween who’s skin cleared up and became a good looking young adult. There is potential. I feel myself looking in their direction with a quizzical, potentially interested stare.

Like Bella, my love is with Coles, but I am feeling drawn to Safeway at the same time. Oh could this be the love triangle I have always wanted to be the centre of? I may have to explore this further… but first, I’m off to snuggle with my large, cold tin of rice bran oil.

ShareMy life is a lot like James Bond’s. Only he gets to fight bad guys while winning all the hot girls, and I get excited over finding bulk sized oils in a new Supermarket. Totally similar right?! After dropping the kids off at their dad’s today, I stopped into a Supermarket I don’t usually shop…

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Welcome to SA – Soapaholics Anonymouse

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Welcome to this week’s meeting everyone, I’m glad to see you could all make it. I also see some new faces in the crowd tonight, welcome to you newcomers.

I would like to kick this week’s sharing hour if I may. For those that don’t know me, my name is Soapi and I’m a soapaholic.

… and the crowd goes, “Hiiiiii Soapiiii:

Tonight we had an unusual experience here in Melbourne, Australia. We experienced an earthquake. Official reports have reported it as a 5.2 approximately 10kms out from Moe.

*silently blinks for a moment*

Moe. That’s my side of the state. That’s …. close. Not at my backdoor close, but on the itty bitty map, it’s close.

As you would all expect, I remained calm … much akin to a deer in headlights. I stood perfectly still, in the middle of the room. Yes, the middle. Unlike other’s more familiar with earthquakes, we don’t instinctively head for a door way in calmsville Oz.

Motionless, my thoughts ran around my head wondering if I really was experiencing an earth quake, to should I run for the kids bedroom or go for all the fragrance bottles teetering on their shelves. I’m slightly ashamed to admit my priorities were leaning towards fragrance oils. I’m sure maternal instincts would have bitch slapped me if I was actually concerned for anyone’s safety. I hope.

Nothing broke. Two bottles fell over on my kitchen bench and the sliding glass door did it’s best impression of an old tram (street car for my US readers). What confirmed it was in fact an earthquake was watching all the doors on my new storage set up wobbling back and forth. That was a new experience … and it was kinda cool!

After it all stopped – which was close to 20 seconds, a big one for us non-earthquakee’s – I did what everyone else did… I jumped on Facebook!! No answers, but a nice slew of holy curse words. Just like in the bedroom, when the ground moves for us, we all turn to God. “Holy Shit… holy hell… omg did anyone fell that? Jesus!” Such a spiritual bunch we all are.

Twitter provided some more useful answers with #melbquake tweeting up a storm. Got to love this age of instant technology. NINE whole minutes before the first online news source updated with “reports are coming in of tremors being felt across Melbourne… more soon” Wow… informative.

After wasting a good half hour amidst the online chaos, I braved a shower and hoped I wouldn’t be the next day’s headline. A friend did point out that it could help me meet a hunky fireman if my house collapsed while showering… but alas, no amount of additional cleansing helped that wish come true.

While others are still freaking out that the “OMG Earthquake” my mind is more pre-occupied by the fact that while my first thought was the kids, it was only one quarter of the thought space allocated to the good vibrations. The rest of my thought process was on what soap items I needed to save more! *hangs head*

My name is Soapi. And I’m a soapaholic. Thankyou for listening ladies and gentlemen.

 

ShareWelcome to this week’s meeting everyone, I’m glad to see you could all make it. I also see some new faces in the crowd tonight, welcome to you newcomers. I would like to kick this week’s sharing hour if I may. For those that don’t know me, my name is Soapi and I’m a soapaholic….

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Hi, I’m a Mac.

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Computers. These days nearly everyone has at least one in their home. Even the nursing home down the road has a ‘communal’ PC for residents to check if they have any family mail. Or, you know, their ticket number for those big golden gates. To me, a computer has been a work “thing”, a life-sucking, soul-destroying gaming addiction, and now, something that makes my life a whole lot easier, provides me with a social aspect I would be insane without, and a time-consuming Facebook-checking addiction.

My ex is one of those “PC guys”. What does he do for work? “IT… comp… stuff. I don’t know really. But it involves computers” (He’s a systems analyst. And I don’t know why, but every time I say that, even in my head, it’s done with a gay, drag queen accent.) He’s always been the one that’s told me what I needed to have and for most part, I just nodded along with my pure and utter trust in his hands.

Then he left. Then my computer broke. This is where I learned that ‘PC repair guys’ are only one degree of separation from used car salesmen. They both speak the language of rip-off. I asked my ex for help first, but that was a laughable thought. So I went to the place he used to buy computer parts from and asked for their help.

Now, I’m not stupid by any means. I may not know the lingo or the difference between graphics cards. But even I’m not blonde enough to believe that my PC case was the reason my computer wouldn’t stay on. Frustratingly, I was caught between a rock and a nerd. I needed my PC fixed that day. $600 later, it at least turned on. Fixed however, it was not.

That was approximately six months ago now. Since then my frustration levels with the computer have reached new heights with each day, the restraint to punch a hole in it diminishing. HULK ANGRY!! RAWR! The little voice in the back of my head kept whispering to just get a new PC and start over. After waiting seven minutes for the documents folder to open before crashing completely one night, I cracked it and starting price checking.

Problem is, I had no idea what I was looking for. I knew I didn’t need a hardcore gaming system anymore. But I didn’t want any old cheap piece of junk either. I asked a few friends for advice and approached one who knew their PCs. It was then another good friend piped up with “Get a Mac!”

Ooooh, a Mac!! I had completely forgotten about that option! Years ago I wanted to get a Mac but wasn’t “allowed”. Could of course partly been because of my reasoning. “Oh they are so cute…. OMG YOU CAN GET THEM IN PURPLE!!!”

But nope, not allowed. The “ex” didn’t know Macs, couldn’t help me with Macs and told me to get a PC. But the ex is just that now… an ex! I’m single. I DECIDE! And I, wanted a Mac.

Hi, I’m a Mac…. and I’m a PC.

WOO HEEEEEE!!

So far I’ve noticed some glaring differences right off the bat:

  1. My PC makes noise. You can hear that its on. My Mac…. doesn’t. Not even a whisper.
  2. The keyboard is TINY on the Mac. The atrocious spelling mistakes the first few days were embarrassing.
  3. The finger swipe actions on the mouse, while awesome once you get used to it, make you feel like your computer has turrets as it randomly flicks between pages because you sneezed the wrong way.

I’m still getting used to it all. I decided that a new computer meant a completely new start. Although I have backed up the entire PC, I have no intention of dragging any of those files down to the Mac. Images, Files, everything. All fresh!! Swapping teams is similar to the witness protection program. I abandoned everything in the middle of the night (afternoon), leaving behind all my belongings and am starting fresh.

Fresh feels GOOD! I heart my Mac!

PC – Mac Commercials.

I LOVE these!! Once I was reminded about a Mac as an option, I spent an entire afternoon watching them. It’s been a while since I laughed that hard.

And the best one of all…

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When inspiration just isn’t enough.

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I’m a link jumper. When browsing the internet, I repeatedly find myself clicking links. It’s like Chinese whispers of web browsing. Goat’s Milk Soap ~> Owning a goat ~> Baby Goats ~> pictures of cute baby goats ~> How the migratory south-western red-knuckled ticks affect wild goats and what you can do to help. Erm.

By the end of it, I have no idea where I am and vague memories of how I got there. No less than 25 tabs are open and I have completely forgotten what I was searching for to begin with. People are more familiar with this happening on YouTube. You start off watching a funny complication of home video slips ups and before you know it you’re watching something on a pig giving birth to a human like baby in Mexico. “Er, I’m on the weird side of YouTube again aren’t I?”

The other night I was random link jumping and came across an etsy page of fascinating soaps with such amazing detail I was truly inspired. The page was Pure Heart Soap and you can see them on Etsy here: http://www.etsy.com/shop/PureHeartSoap

While not agreeing with their ‘affordable’ statement, $36 for four soaps is just way out of my purse’s reach, I do agree that their soaps are amazing for the amount of details and work that has gone into them. Hense, the price. An example, and the first one I found in their line,  was the Barnyard Cow:

I spent a good half hour admiring their work. The following day when I opened up my fragrance cupboard, I was instantly inspired to try something similar myself. Bonsai!! An awesome scent that practically threw itself at me from the cupboards, was my initial inspiration. “Create a soap that looks like a bonsai!” I thought to myself. I also thought how appropriate because if you shout ‘Bonsai’ with the right force and slight Asian accent, it’s like the soaping term for either:

  • Charging into something…. “BONSAAAAAAIIIIII!!!!!”
  • Jumping off something… “Boooooooooooooooooooooonsai”

That thought, that inspirational, “I’m going to make a kick ass detailed soap” thought, was as good as it got. Like the best slide in the park, everything went down hill so fast a small squeal sliped out. I squealed a few times actually. Grown up squeals. They begin with F and rhyme with truck. Once it even rhymed with TRUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!

First, I planned it out. I googled for images of Bonsai trees, studied them, blocked out the internal voices laughing at me for even thinking of attempting something so complicated as a first attempt, and drew a mock up of what I would need to cut out to make it all so.

After that I poured small, thin squares of the different colours I would need – brown for the trunk, green for the trees, blue for the sky. Back to studying the images while those cooled and then I was off!

First thing I noticed – the mess!! I would mark out the area I wanted to cut with a pencil, then I would use my soap cleaning tool to make the cuts. This created SO much mess. Soap “scraps” doesn’t even cover this disaster.

Second thing I realised was that I had poured the soap squares too thick. While this would help to provide some depth to the picture, it also made it a lot harder to cut. Especially when I was wanting to do small branches and fine bends.

This was followed instantly by the third realisation. I suck at drawing tree’s.

I remelted and tried again… and again… aaaand again. Melt, pour, cut, curse. Melt, pour, cut, curse. Eventually I came up with something mildly tree like.

After the first hurdle was done, it was time to get the tree limbs set into more soap. Although by this stage I was thinking that perhaps this could just be a new invention of ‘puzzle’ soap and people receive each part individually. Surely that would catch on, right? No? Don’t think so…?

After pouring some clear soap in my mold, I popped in the pieces and just crossed my fingers they would stick. That wasn’t the end of the frustrations however…

I created two shades of blue for the sky to add realism. You know, just in case anyone mistook the bonsai tree for a fake as it looked so realistic. *chuckle, snort*. For some reason, the two shades of blue had problems with each other and the light blue completely dominated the darker blue. One the back it looked fine. On the front, nothing but light blue. Phooey.

The back:

Aaaaaand, the front:

All light blue. Bugger. This also shows the two bonsai tree’s that were the result of a weekend of frustration.

Just in case anyone isn’t familiar with a bonsai tree, here is what they are meant to look like:

The picture doesn’t show it, but bonsai tree’s are small trees. Teeny, tiny trees. Most of them under 30cm tall. The size of my soaps should have reflected that. Instead the largest one is near life size! The image of a petite little tree design on a soap was left squashed and trampled under the ‘made for a giant’ soaps crushing my dining room table. Ok, perhaps not that big, but still, big! Way bigger than they were meant to be.

I learned a lot of lessons over the weekend though. The most important is that everyone has their special abilities and making detailed soaps like the ones that inspired me, is just not my thing. I will likely try it again in the future so it helped to learn that even at 1cm, the soap was too thick to work with easily, and that simple shapes are better to work with.

I also learned that my “special” soap trick is a more impressionist style painting soap picture. First was Sea Breeze, then Twilight Woods and now … Tropical Coconut!

 It’s meant to look like sand, that green coloured water only ever seen on post cards of tropical beaches, blue sky, yellow sun and of course the palm tree. I’m pretty chuffed with how it turned out!

I followed this up with Caramel Apple Cider and a CP soap designed to look like an apple tree:

Not bad for a first time attempt with batter than moved quicker than I had anticipated. Quite pleased with it! Reminds me of a tree you would see in Alice of Wonderland for some reason…

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And the soap bites back!!

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Fellow cold process soapers are familiar with the term ‘zap’. For those non-soaping readers of mine, zap is what happens when soap isn’t actually soap yet. When it’s still going through the soaponification process, it will zap you. This means it’s unsafe basically.

Tonight, I got well and truly zapped! I’m part of the ‘club’ now… a true soaper!

A lot of people try and explain the zap, what it feels like. Licking a 9V battery is the most common explanation given. I’ve never licked a battery of that size, which I did learn among my fellow soapers means I lived a sad existence for a childhood because everyone has licked a battery at some point. I was special in my own right though… no one else ever had the walls talk back to them! So /raspberry

As I enter the “I’ve been zapped and all I got was this T-Shirt” club, I look for my special seat. The one just away from everyone else. You just know I didn’t get zapped the way everyone else does. I have to be different, even if my conscious mind isn’t aiming for it.

Most people get zapped when they lick their soap. I’ll pause a moment and let you re-read that sentence a few times. Yes, we soapers lick our soap. The boring ones use pH strips, but where’s the fun in that? Licking a soap will zap your tongue and give you an indication if the soap is “lye heavy” or in non-soaping terms, safe. We don’t lick all our soaps, it’s not some weird fetish like pregnant women wanting to ear rubber. Only those soaps that could perhaps be a concern are licked.

No soap was licked in this house tonight however. Nope, my soap decided to let ME know it was still zappy.

Wanting to make a batch with ground oatmeal in it and not wanting to risk my poor little cheese slicer / soap cutter, I brought out my Nizzy mold. But my normal recipe size is too small for this, so I jumped into my soaping program and changed the size.

Two problems with this:

  1. I couldn’t actually remember how much the mold could hold, and of course over-guesstimated. Sort of like every meal I dish up… eyes were bigger than my, well, soap mixture.
  2. I forgot to factor in the added oats and the volume that would then add to it all.

Ooopsie! As my five liter bucket started to get quite high, I said a little prayer to the soap god’s for nothing to go wrong as that was a whoooooole lot of ingredients at risk there. The scent I was using was Honey Almond, and I wanted to do a dark brown swirl through the mix. *shakes head* Yes, I actually though oats (lumpy) + swirl (requires smooth) would work. /facepalm.

But that’s not where the soap slapped me back to reality. It was mixing the brown colour into about 1/3 of the batch, which was in fact more than my normally full amount. I felt a tingling just where the upper lip meets the bit under the nose.

I licked my lip…

AAAAAH!!

Like a dehydrated dog under a running tap, my eyes rolled back into my head as the icy-cool water rushed over my lips and tongue. In my head I imagined a 9V batterly grew legs, wrestling arms, whistled to get my attention then slapped me, right in the kisser!

Lesson learned. Next time find a bigger container to mix in, or move into a bubble and soap from there. I have a tiny burn on my lip now which stung like a mother in the shower!! Ouchies!

ShareFellow cold process soapers are familiar with the term ‘zap’. For those non-soaping readers of mine, zap is what happens when soap isn’t actually soap yet. When it’s still going through the soaponification process, it will zap you. This means it’s unsafe basically. Tonight, I got well and truly zapped! I’m part of the ‘club’ now… a…

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To Hell and Back Baby!

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Bath Bombs Round #2! Score? Bath Bombs zero, me FIVE!! I am smashing them now! Well, not literally, as that would be counter productive now wouldn’t it? But check these out!!

The mixture still wasn’t 100% here as the Purple ones have surface cracks and the orangey ones have cracked all along the seams. But still, it was enough to get my hopes up to continue, and continue I did!

Ok, so not everything was smooth sailing. As I made minor tweaks to the recipe, I had some that just wouldn’t stick. These are actually bubble bombs as well for memory, which adds a further element of difficulty as the mixture is generally wetter than bath bombs. But I did have my first play with a double colour bomb! You can see how mixed the two colours are however – there were quite a few failures which caused everything to become blended towards the end.

The Pink ones started off perfectly, even with a double colour bomb! But as the mixture tried out, they went back to the two halves not sticking together. Unfortunately I was on a slight time limit so just used a flat mold for the rest.

The Green and Red however were done with no time limit so I was able to spray some added moisture to keep going. The last bomb, well, he got a little too much moisture. Not only did it try escaping the mold, it then melted into a flat mushy mess. He can be the ‘road kill’ bath bomb.

But then … something happened. I had gone to bed the night before still slightly frustrated, but closer to getting it, and as a result, more determined. The next morning, everything just fell into place! It was like a lightbulb went off and after mixing up another batch, I realised that THIS was the feeling everyone tries to describe in the ‘how to many bath bomb’ guides. And now I know why it’s so hard to describe verbally!! That not too wet, feels like wet sand, sort of like snow, perfect bath bomb texture. I got it, it made sense. All of a sudden everything just felt … right.

Oooooooh yeeeeeeah! CHECK. THESE. OUT!

Yeah-heh-heh baby! By the end of the day I was not only doing multiple colours, I was doing EMBEDS!! Hearts and Sprinkles and perfection, oh my! And these are mini-bombs too, about the size of a ping pong ball. So while supposedly easier to work with due to less mass needing to be held together, it was harder to do the embeds as I was working with such a small ball.

So far, two days later, these haven’t cracked! They still look good and I think I have finally found my workable recipe. Huzzah!

Once I got these two batches done, I fell in a heap. I was DONE with bath bombs for the week. After five days straight of trying to get them to work, I needed a break. The new molds are definitely worth while, and once I worked out the right mixture and feel to it, I could put the hammer away. Yes, at one point I did resort to a hammer to try and get them to stay together!

The real test will be in a few days when I go back and try to make them again. Fingers Crossed!

 

 

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ShareBath Bombs Round #2! Score? Bath Bombs zero, me FIVE!! I am smashing them now! Well, not literally, as that would be counter productive now wouldn’t it? But check these out!! The mixture still wasn’t 100% here as the Purple ones have surface cracks and the orangey ones have cracked all along the seams. But…

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Bath Bomb Hell

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I am in bath bomb hell! After waiting nearly a month for my new molds to arrive, they have been a major disappointment. To top it off, the recipe I had mastered before is lost and all attempts to recreate it are failing, miserably. I know I had written it down, but that was pre-moving everything over to the computer stage, so it was just a piece of paper. In this house that means it was most likely pinched by a child and drawn all over before I’ve rediscovered it and assumed it was scrap.

But that’s ok, after all bath bombs are easy. Right? HA! That’s what all those bath bomb makers want you to think! *mumbles*

Once you’ve worked out what ingredients you want, you then have to get all those ingredients to stick together … in a ball shape! Ok, yes they can be made with just Bi-Carb, Citric and Water. But that’s like a breakfast of toast… plain toast. Without even butter! Boring. And yeeeess you can use any shape. But I want balls! And I want balls that love my skin. AND I realise you’re all smirking right now so let’s just get it out there … balls, balls, balls. BALLS!

This is my goal. I want to be able to produce bombs that are a perfect sphere with fun details, stripes, embeds, etc. I had so many plans for them. Plans that did not include spending three days just trying to get two halves to stick together!

Yes, THREE DAYS I’ve been at this now, and am no closer to the “easy and fun activity” of making bath bombs. I’ve tweaked my recipe to include corn starch, not include it, added clay, removed clay, mixed in cocoa butter, sprayed, not sprayed. I’ve had it too wet, I’ve had it too dry, I’ve had it feeling like wet sand, I’ve had it feeling like smooth snow. NOTHING has worked.

I have been frustrated, angry, and depressed over these stupid little balls. I’ve stood there counting to ten so I didn’t lose my cool, and at one point I was managed to get to seven before the counting failed and my hands slammed down on the kitchen counter. But of course I’m me aren’t I? So I didn’t just slap my palms and make them sting. No, that would be a normal person getting frustrated. I’m special. When I slammed my hands down, I mis-aimed by about 0.5 of a centimeter and hit the edge of the bowl. The bowl full of dark purple lavender bath bomb mixture. The same mixture that then went flying up into the air. What a pretty site the purple mist that filled my kitchen was … Yes… hrm.

I’ve pulled out the bath bomb making book I bought, read websites, forums and even the annoying kids activity pages that made it sound so easy I should be able to sneeze them out.

I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. Maybe I just SUCK at bath bombs. I keep thinking that this is just cold process soaping all over again. I had so much trouble when I started with that, but now I love and enjoy it. Maybe I have to go through the same process with bath bombs? If that’s the case … .UNIVERSE! I’m about to hit breaking point, so give in already!

The last three days haven’t been fun, and they certainly haven’t been easy. My bath bombs don’t look anything like everyone else’s. Most noticeably (to me) is the lack of smooth surface or the fact they just fall out of the mold. None of mine fall. Not like all the ones on the YouTube videos do.  Nine out of ten of my bath bombs crack in half. With the top half of the mixture stuck in the mold.

The Ant Bully has been played a lot in this house lately. Ever seen that movie? It’s a good movie. Nicolas Cage’s character Zoc gets frustrated trying to create a potion …. “Hova, the potion is supposed to change color. It’s not changing color! IT’S NOT CHANGING COLOR!”

That line was on repeat through my head for the past three days. “It’s supposed to stick together. It doesn’t stick together. IT DOESN’T STICK TOGETHER!”

ShareI am in bath bomb hell! After waiting nearly a month for my new molds to arrive, they have been a major disappointment. To top it off, the recipe I had mastered before is lost and all attempts to recreate it are failing, miserably. I know I had written it down, but that was pre-moving…

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