So remember that time. When I thought it was a good idea. To try and make a new soap in the later hours of my evening.
Soap: Fit the Ninth (Continuing Developments)
As I sit here with the luxurious scent of soap I bought in London gently wending its way from betwixt the too-weak atoms of the quart-sized freezer bag I've unceremoniously shoved them into, I think to myself: Yes, good, *this* is the atmosphere I need to relay more *Soap Adventures.*