I will never forget my first “soaping” experience,I must of been about 7 years old at my grandmother's house. Me and my sister were peeking in the garage door as my granny and mother mixed the lye solution ( I just thought they were being mean and not letting us in on the fun.) I remember the awful smell from the lard/tallow and couldn't figure out why they were making something that smells so bad. Who would actually use this? Then weeks later I remember my grandfather in a deep Italian accent telling grandmother there was no way she was gonna wash his clothes in the that awful smelling stuff. So from that day on I thought nothing good of homemade soap, till years later.
Three years ago I got blessed to work for an amazing soap artisan Tanda. The amazing soaping world she told me about was to seductive and luring I knew one day I would walk down this path. For years I soaked up…
- Born on June 17
- Joined May 22, 2010