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You See A Tomato, I See An Opportunity To Pamper

I have almost two handfuls of doctors that I see for my illnesses and to try to get some control over my symptoms. Unfortunately a lot of the attempted treatments fail and the continual changes leaves my body in turmoil, which eventually begins to show on my skin. Since the doctors get paid little nowadays (believe me, before you think they all have mansions, I’m happy to chat with you about the overhead that goes into running a medical office – I ran billing, payables, and communication for one for years, and it’s not as pretty as you’d think), they have to push patients through like it’s a cattle drive. The worst part is when they have a patient with as complicated medical issues as mine, they just don’t have the time to deal with everything. It ends up boiling down to “is the treatment helpful enough to outweigh the negative parts?” That leaves it to me to figure out some holistic treatments for those bothersome side effects and new symptoms that crop up with every change.

For some time now I’ve had to deal with skin changes, such as dry and oily areas suddenly changing, and then switching back up on me once I get a handle on them. Then there are some sudden and really nasty side effects such as sores, patches of raw skin, and boils. Unfortunately most everyone with a chronic illness will deal with at least one of those symptoms, if not all. Thankfully I’ve found one humble produce that I often have on hand that has helped me a whole lot. You say tomato and I say, um, tomato. *grin* Betcha never eyed the leftover slices of tomato from your BLTs and thought they’d make a great new skin treatment. I tried it out of desperation and it worked so well that even some of my scars are improved. I talked to one of my doctors a few days ago about it and after she examined me she said that she couldn’t recommend anything else that would work any better than what I was doing. No medications, changes to hormones, or clinically approved topical ointments that would work any better! What do you think of them a–ahem, tomatoes?

Let’s get down to the nitty gritty. You can use the tomato in a ton of different preparations and you’re only really limited by how much you are willing to research (or experiment if you’re that adventurous and daring type *grin*). Doctors and scientists believe that tomatoes have a ton of vitamins that work even if they’re soaked in instead of digested, plus they’re full of antioxidants. While I’d grow bored if I wrote about all of the believed benefits that come from consuming tomatoes, I’m going to focus on the topical benefits. The big guns believe that they can help with sunburns, clear up oily skin, draw pus from pores, wick away pus from where the tomato meets the skin, treat acne, reduce/tighten pores, reduce irritation, soothe skin and inflammation, remove scent (we’ve all heard stories about bathing in tomato juice if you get scent kissed by a skunk), reduce itching, and soothe some topical pain (although logically that’s probably because it’s relieving the inflammation and whatnot). I’m sure there are a lot more benefits that are being noticed and researched, but these are the benefits I know of firsthand. Seriously. And doctor approved. (Although you should always talk to your doctor when considering holistic treatments and you may not experience all benefits as listed, yada yada, and definitely don’t try topical uses if you are allergic when ingesting them!) *settling back into my chair and taking off the imaginary legal hat*

If you want to try it out on a boil you can simply cut a slice off of your tomato (the bottom works perfectly, since you don’t have to worry about the juices and pulp on the bottom side then) and hold it to your skin. I’ve seen a variety of times recommended online, but I honestly left it on until I felt relief since my symptoms all have pain associated with them. The heat from your body will warm the tomato, which I warn you can feel really funky at first and make your nose wrinkle while your toes curl. As long as it doesn’t hurt, it’s well worth it, so keep going.

Now, if it’s a boil and you’ve never had one before, those things are painful and that pus can easily contaminate other vulnerable skin. The tomato works well because the heat and natural acid from the tomato will help the boil come to a head and burst. The pus will soak into the tomato instead of sitting on your skin or seeping into other pores. You may experience a reduce in swelling as soon as this happens (within about half an hour), but sometimes it may take more than one round. Make sure to be careful; be cautious about having anything touch the inflamed skin after the treatment, and be ultra hygienic. Always dispose of the tomato after use and never be tempted to reuse a section, even if you don’t think the head came up. A key tip – wash any clothing and skin that comes into contact with the area, even if it’s just a light swab or glancing touch. You can even try mashing the tomato into a paste and apply that to the boil. Rinse off after the desired time period and put all towels used right into the laundry. This will prevent accidental re exposure. Hopefully you’ll find relief very quickly. Remember, heat brings it to a head while coolness with reduce inflammation and let it finish healing.

For facial acne, tightening pores, and generally clearing your skin, it’s mind boggling how many things you can try. Have fun with this since it’s a great chance to pamper yourself a bit and take some me time! You can have a little spa fun and put sliced cucumber over your eyes while laying slices of tomato over your face. Sure, you’ll look weird, but those gals spending a ton of money to get bird poop smeared on their face for a premium skin treatment don’t look any prettier during their treatment, so don’t worry about it. *grin* You can mash the tomato up and mix it with your favorite plain yogurt that you like to use on your skin. (For me it honestly depends on what I have on hand. I personally don’t swear by one over another, but a lot of people have preferences. Reminds me of a phrase my grandma used to say about people and opinions, but that’s best left unwritten. *smirk*) If you like sugar scrubs you can even cut a chunk of tomato, dredge it in some sugar (raw or granulated – you can research and decide your preference, I prefer granulated white or brown), and rub gently over your skin (although I’d recommend that more for body and not face, since I’m not a big believer of sugar being great for the face). You can even use just the juice from the tomato and mix it with your preferred milk. (Yeah, I’m so not going to argue with anyone over coconut milk, buttermilk, goat’s milk, or whole milk being better than the next. That’s like telling a Coke drinker that all colas are the same – they’ll still wrinkle their nose when they sip the Pepsi and tell you how wrong you are. Nope, not worth it. Lol.) If you feel really awesome and empowered add a bit of honey to your mix for maximum healing and pampering. Apply to your face and allow to sit on the skin like a mask, then rinse and pat dry (read “pat dry”! Quit rubbing when you towel dry whenever possible. *grin* Believe me, your skin will glow in appreciation for your extra effort.).

Hopefully you are inspired to experiment a bit with tomato and see if it works for you. I sincerely hope it helps you as much as it has helped me. If you decide to experiment, please don’t hesitate to leave some comments about it. I’d love to hear about your concoctions. Happy pampering! 🙂

Back in the Saddle

I’m finally done with physical therapy (although I should still be doing a lot of it at home, but I’ve admittedly cut back) and can now use what energy I have to start working on the business again. The new medicine I started a few weeks again has turned me into a narcoleptic insomniac, so I never know when I’m going to fall asleep and pretty much keep the hours of a vampire. *grin* It makes life interesting.

With the down time I did some heavy thinking about some recommendations I got from therapy. To work around my sick spells from my illness I should change the business model to more of a store front instead of a custom order model. I’ve always been big about giving the customer tons of options and making things to their preference. The Burger King of pampering, so to speak. *laugh* However, sometimes if I’m sick and get a fairly large order with nothing pre made that fits those preferences, I have some trouble. Thankfully I’m pretty used to rallying and getting things done, although it takes a few days longer than I prefer to make the customer wait. On the flip side of changing the business model I could have the same problem that I did my first year where I had so much unsold on hand that I had a hefty loss. It’s one of those scales that kind of bites either way it tilts.

After a lot of thinking I’ve decided to do a bit of both. I won’t go hog wild making and stocking product on my good days, but I’ll create a section of on hand special buys. Plus, everyone loves a special buy, even if it’s a little discount. I think having some pre made baskets with a little discount might do well with Christmas coming, too. I spent my first good day on a stocking/basket stuffer and made the first woodsy luffa soaps for this year. I realized during my long and slow thinking party (yeah, I’m no Sherlock, no matter how many versions of the character I watch and read. *laugh*) that I hadn’t made another batch of the luffa soaps in at least a year. Hubby likes them because he uses the soap with the men’s scrub and between the two he can get most of the embedded grime from working in the Goodyear Plant off. (Go ahead and picture it. I SO did a happy dance when I found a winning combination AND scents that he actually commented on instead of just grunting about. *grin* I secretly think he’s part caveman and part Walter Matthau in Grumpy Old Men sometimes. There’s a lot of grunting and grumpy looks, especially when he has to take part on “pansy” stuff like trying soaps. Lol.)

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I also decided that although I still want to do the promos for the Monsters Away Spray that I planned so long ago, but had to save up for, I don’t think it’s that big of a project to warrant it. It’s a little sad since I still really believe in the product, but that money will work better in some cool soaps, I think. I decided to funnel that money toward revisiting the Worms in Dirt soaps and am going to order the perfect mold that I found. I’m not sure if the soap worms will fit in the soaps as I originally planned with the lures in guest rounds, so I have two options I want to experiment with. I want to let my morbid side come out to play and I’m going to dice up the worm soap, and try that in a round. That has the potential of looking really gross, which might work well for some little kids. The other idea is to see if the soap worms can be used (and packaged) on their own, as is.

I’m excited to be able to get back in and I hope that the changes to the model will be successful. I know for certain that I don’t want to let this small business slowly sink to nothingness. Please cross your fingers for me for just a moment and please feel free to offer up any ideas or comments that you have! 🙂

A Short Stack and a Stroll

It’s actually taken me a few days to finish everything up so that I could write about all of it. Thankfully my insomnia (never usually used together, but for once it was handy) helped me get quite a bit done in the wee hours.

One night I had the random weird thought that I could retry the pancake mold and do red velvet pancakes instead. I figured that it would let me experiment with the new brown dye and a red that I seldom ever use, plus try the new technique that I read about using a monoject for fine line soap decorating. The camera didn’t capture the color quite right, but it’s a medium brown soap with a hint of red to it. I ended up doing two thin pancakes for a short stack (three looked weird for some reason).

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While those soaps were cooling I spotted that hot pink powder pigment that I was so excited about months ago, but never got around to trying. I have to clarify a possible misconception here. I like pink, sometimes a lot, and pampering myself, more than a lot, but I’m not a girly girl usually. I discovered about a year ago that hot pink for some reason makes me feel like a badass. Especially when it’s paired with black. There’s that little “Oh, I’m feminine” and then a bit of “And I’m obnoxiously in-your-face. Whatcha gonna do about it?!” I know, I have issues, but don’t judge. We all have our little badass quirks. Mine is oddly focused around a color. Lol. So… I got out the gorgeous packet and broke the seal with what was most likely an evil smile. Since it was 6AM by this point I decided I’d only do a few small star soaps and that Cotton Candy FO seemed to fit this soap. *Starts fidgeting now and whistling innocently* Now, keep in mind that I hadn’t slept in nearly 24 hours at this point. I wasn’t in a highly intelligent mode by then. But I was still as stubborn as ever and wanted to finish up. Figured it out yet? I totally screwed up when I added the pigment. I don’t usually ever use powder pigments and it honestly never hit my sluggish brain that it has to be incorporated differently than the regular stuff. I sprinkled the powder into the melted soap and watched as it chunked up like bad gravy clumps. Even whisking like I was possessed didn’t save the soap. However, I saw hot pink and my badass side whispered to just go for it even if it’s all wrong.

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The stars are kind of cute with the concentrated spots and I plan to play it off as though I wanted this all along. The hint of glitter in there just adds to that feeling that it was all done on purpose. I was concerned about people actually turning hot pink though when coming into contact with those clumps, so one star sacrificed itself to some rigorous use. No body parts were harmed in this test and I remained as pasty as Casper, so I’m declaring it safe. See, my badass side is totally cool with imperfection. Too bad that one doesn’t control my OCDs, but oh well.

Still high on my hot pinkness a few days later I unmolded the super chocolaty smelling pancake soaps and opened my special monojects. Being able to do find detail soap would allow me to carry out a ton of ideas that have been set to mute for now, because they need that extra special detail work. I melted some white soap, left it unscented, and sucked some up in the monoject. I rushed over to the short stack and tried to eject the soap while I swished my hand back and forth to do that fancy squiggle chefs do with icing or sauces. I tried so hard to depress the plunger that my hand actually hit the soap when the plunger finally sent itself flying backward. (There’s a tiny smudge that I tried to cover with the next round of “cream cheese”, but hopefully it’s not super noticeable.) Apparently getting the soap extra hot didn’t overcome how quickly it can cool in a thin tip.

So, yeah, that happened. Air is not stronger than quickly congealed soap and the air will fight to come out the only other path that it has, so make sure you’re wearing goggles. Lol.

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It took several light burns and two days to get all traces of soap out. Seriously. Lol.

I ended up saving what soap I could and using a beaker with a spout to try and make the lines. Instead of looking like a fine chef did them it’s more like a kid using the frosting packet on those toaster strudel things. *cracking up* Here’s where I challenge the customer to just use their imagination a little. I tried. It’s still soap and won’t look like this anyway once you use it. It shrink wrapped up pretty perfectly too. Yay! Something went right!

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I decided to add the red velvet short stack to my basket that I’m donating for the raffle for the Sunset Stroll next month in Overbrook, KS. Although the event is now fundraising for all forms of cancer instead of just breast cancer, I stuck with some of the pink theme and aimed for a young girl themed donation for the first time. Fruity Patootie Bubble Wash, Fruity Loopy Goat’s Milk V2 Lotion sample, some of the hot pink star soaps, the stack, a bottle of Monsters Away, and a princess rubber duck all tucked into a heart basket with pink Easter grass. I kind of like it actually, even though the cutesy stuff doesn’t usually work for me.

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Along with the basket I’m donating fifty of those heat sealed lotion packets that I love and am terrified of ever trying to make again. *laugh* I kind of think it’s worth the burns for such a sharp little sample.

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So, maybe I’ll put on the hot pink and black striped scarf I just crocheted and get the nerve to make some more packets. Well, not today. I want to try to sleep and there’s a heat advisory warning all ready at 3:48 in the morning. I’d probably give myself heat stroke working in the kitchen with hot stuff while wearing a huge scarf. Lol. *raising my finger (and probably an eyebrow – that sucker moves around on its own like a thin caterpillar some days)* I will get my hot pink badass on and make more heat seal packets one of these days.

What gives you a super jolt of confidence? A red power suit or lipstick? Sleek leather pants? Naughty drawers that you keep a secret? Dare to share? 🙂

I’m Feeling Hot, Hot…oh never mind

The coordinator for the Sunset Stroll, an annual cancer awareness event (previously the theme was breast cancer, but it has been expanded to raise awareness and funds for all cancers), got hold of me and confirmed that the event will be September 25th in Overbrook, KS. I decided it probably wasn’t smart to reserve booth space this time, so I’m sticking with samples for the swag bags for the first 100 people and then a gift basket for a raffle.

Now, I don’t know if you read the previous posts with the new sample packets that I found to use for this event. They look awesome and are such a cool idea. I mean, silver heat seal packets. That’s sharp! I managed to get in the kitchen and work on some of the samples.

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While the lotion and emulsifying wax were getting hot and cozy I hit the reviews on the bags to see if anyone had some tips, since that opening is incredibly tiny and heated lotion is blistering hot. I’m seriously glad that I found a tip to use a flat iron instead of a standard iron (you know, that hunk of metal and plastic that’s hiding in the closet with buttons you’ve never figured out), but absolutely nobody had tips on actually getting the lotion in there. I had a stroke of “brilliance”, yeah, we’ll go with that word for now, and got out the monoject I had gotten for piping details on soap. It took some trial and error until I found a good amount of lotion while leaving space to seal the packets.

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The monoject worked well for a bit and I figured out that I could carry the blistering hot packet in the beaker and iron it right in there, then just slide it out onto the counter.

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(The pictures of ironing the end are rather odd looking, so only the photo streaming troll will ever see those weird shots. Use that awesome imagination that I’m sure you have. *grin*)

Back to that brilliant idea of the monoject…at about twenty-five completed packets it kind of exploded. Let me tell you that lotion smells nauseating when it splatters onto a burner and sizzles into a weird black patch. *wrinkling nose in disgust* We won’t talk about the pool of lotion that didn’t mop up overly well at first. Lol.

Thankfully I’m a creative problem solver and will persistent despite minor fingertip burns, and I got fifty samples all done up. They need labels, but I need my feet up and a root beer way more. *grin*

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I think they look like there is a generous sample inside too, when in reality there’s less than a half ounce in each packet. I’m pretty happy with them, despite such a steep learning curve. Another upside to this, as I told my friend, if you need anything heat sealed after this I’m your huckleberry. 😉

A Candid Discussion

As you’ve probably figured I’ve been incredibly sick and then recovering from a small head injury, too, so I didn’t focus on a whole lot of anything.  Now that I’m finally starting to do better I am trying to get back into the groove of things.  I know that typically I write on here about the mishaps and amusements of what I’m working on or am dreaming of.  However, today I’m going to go serious and it’s totally not about bath or body products, so if you stop reading here, I understand.  *smile*  Recently something occurred in my neighborhood that really bothered me, though, and even if it helps raise awareness with one person, then it’s well worth it to me.

 

I live in a very small, and usually quiet, town in rural Kansas.  It’s not quite Mayberry, but the town’s violent crime rate in 2010 “…was lower than the national violent crime rate average by 100%…” and it “…was lower than the national property crime rate average by 100%” (via CityRating.com).  After spending half of my life in a very rough city in California this is a safe little haven usually, although I sure miss pizza delivery, especially now that I can’t drive.  Lol.  Anyway, things do happen behind closed doors, despite the statistics, and I’m here almost 24/7, so I usually know when things are hitting the fan on my sleepy little street. 

 

For the past year the peace was disturbed by a couple that moved into the rental next door.  Screaming, yelling, loud thumps, crying, and even things being thrown around outside.  When I heard crying and a sudden silence I called the police, because I was scared that she had been seriously injured or killed.  Sadly in rural areas the police aren’t usually in the area, so it often takes twenty or so minutes to report to a scene.  Thankfully she wasn’t seriously hurt, but didn’t press charges.  For several months they continued a horrible cycle of their form of peace and then have violent fights, sometimes leaving her with a black eye and once even an injured arm.  I called the sheriff every time and finally a few days back there was a huge fight as they were being evicted.  Police officers and sheriffs descended on the neighbors as things started to quiet down, and they were both arrested.  There’s a lot more to the story, but that last fight really scared me.  The guy had always creeped me out anyway and I don’t handle being around angry guys very well, and the police had made the mistake the first few times of making it obvious that I had been the one to call in.  I heard the shouts and looked out the curtain to see them shoving each other next to a fire in their backyard.  Then he looked up and saw me as she dashed inside.  I figured that yet again nothing would come of it, but that I had to call the sheriff and try to get her help.  I couldn’t do much for her, but I could do what no one did for me.

 

It’s not something that I discuss often, but that last fight that the neighbors had, and the anger on that guy’s face when he looked at me, triggered a flood of memories and fears.  Just a few months after I turned 18 I moved away to a city with some “friends” (what we think of as friends when we’re young and naïve) and shortly after that I got raped while I was passed out from drinking some stuff that this hot guy kept pressuring me to drink.  Ah, the naïve belief in humanity was strong back then.  To make a long story short I was ashamed and didn’t know what to do when I realized that I was pregnant from that almost completely blanked out night.  I was raised that bad things didn’t happen to good girls.  And it was one of the few times I had colored outside of the lines, so to speak, so obviously I was bad and had to figure it out on my own.  When I told the father he insisted that the child would know him and spun lots of stories about how well things would work out.  I give him credit for being a really amazing speaker that is incredibly believable and could probably talk you into buying a bag of dog poop from him.  Add being terrified out of my mind to that skill and I believed it would all work out. 

 

As I was getting ready for work one morning, about four-and-a-half months along, my preparations woke him and he was furious.  He didn’t even bother to fully get out of bed when he hit me square in the stomach.  Of course he wouldn’t let me go to the hospital or leave the house, because no one could know what had happened, and it was somehow my fault anyway, so I miscarried there at the apartment.  He threatened to kill my parents and their pets if I ever told or left, and since he had killed his own baby, I believed it and stayed.  Thankfully I can’t remember all of the abuse over the following six or so months and what I do doesn’t need to weigh on anyone else’s heart or mind.  I tried so many times to get away, but no one ever opened the door when I managed to run outside and was crying for help.  None of my roommates ever called either.  Every time I would be punished and reminded that my parents were going to die if I left or told.  He made sure I was isolated and worked hard at making me feel absolutely worthless, not to mention terrified for my family.  I didn’t have much to live for anymore, but they didn’t deserve to be hurt by what I had gotten into.

 

Finally in April of 1999 he attempted to strangle me to death.  I can’t tell anyone about most of the details, but when I blacked out I had this moment.  You can call it a hallucination from lack of oxygen or a clarifying moment of faith, but a sense of calm washed over me and the words that if I didn’t get away tomorrow I would die that night went through my mind, and I knew it was true.  I wouldn’t die this time, but I wouldn’t survive another.  When I came to he was crying and shaking me, with lots of apologies and reasons that it was my fault tumbling from his mouth.  I stared at the ceiling and didn’t move for hours, except when he ordered me to do things, and then I would obey.

 

He made a mistake that next day and left the car with me with promises of how he would make things up to me once he got off work.  I drove to the town where my mom and stepdad lived and called them from a payphone.  Some rules that he had ingrained into me were still hard to shake, even after what he had done, and I wasn’t allowed to go to their house.  Thankfully just by my saying where I was my parents dropped everything and came to me.  I didn’t even tell them about the abuse.  They simply asked if I wanted to leave and if I did they would move me out that day before he got off work.  And that’s what we did.  I started my life over on a Good Friday.   

 

It’s been a hard journey, but I found a “good ol’ boy” that wasn’t afraid of my emotional baggage and helped me learn to trust again.  I still look over my shoulder when we go to that city, although we usually avoid it, and I still have problems when men are angry or upset.  Time and ten years of marriage has helped with a lot of that, but seeing my neighbor with that look, the same as what I looked into as I was being strangled, shook me. 

 

So I ask that if you suspect that something is going on behind closed doors, please call for help.  The worst case is that the police check and find nothing wrong.  If someone is danger and doesn’t feel as if they can get away, they might not make it out alive if you don’t spare those few seconds and free phone call.  It’s a small thing that can truly save lives.  We all know the police, but if you happen to know someone, or are yourself, that has survived, the following information can help them on the road to recovery.  www.thehotline.org or 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) can help those that are dealing with the effects of abuse, and most have such a jumbled up view of their self worth anymore that they consider suicide, so 1-800-273-TALK (8255) can be a very valuable resource when they are feeling lost.  The necklace of bruises faded long before I learned where to turn for help.  Bad things happen to everyone and we really need to raise awareness.  Domestic abuse and suicidal ideation shouldn’t be ignored and we DO need to get involved.  Help is a phone call away.  Even if you write these numbers down and leave them stuck to the refrigerator or bulletin board, or this confession spurs a discussion with someone, you might just save a life. 

Bath Salts

Just warning you now – this will be a weird post. I can’t help it. It’s bothering me and I have to get it out there.

I learned a disturbing fact today. There are a new variety of illegal drugs named “Bath Salts”. I did a double take and old habits die hard so I had to check the medical sites. The main variation uses “methylenedioxypyrovalerone” (So cut and pasted that! Lol.). I never knew!! Apparently it’s a stimulant and with such misleading names like “Bath Salts” and “Meow Meow” adolescents have been drawn to these drugs. They were created originally by altering legal and prescription ingredients, but thankfully were banned in 2012. The CDC and WebMD have a few articles, while the NNEPC has a ton of information.

I had never heard of them and didn’t know that it was such a big problem until it was a sub plot line in a show I was watching. I’m not going to rush to make new labels and call my bath salts anything else, but it’s sad to think that such a safe and beneficial thing as bath salts has gotten tainted. Part of the reason that I enjoy making bath and body products for people is because I don’t need to do a ton of risk analysis on them like I had to do in the medical field. Pampering is suppose to be all comforting and uplifting. You can’t even write or say the word “pampering myself” without at least a small smile. It’s sad to see something so deadly and depressing tied to something so wonderful.

Anyway, I’m concluding this informal PSA (okay, I can’t be a smart aleck without grinning and if I’m not a smart aleck about things I’ll just get sad, so let’s all be smart alecks together!). I swear to you now, I’ll be looking into a jet pack and heading to space if anything screws with fried chicken. They have to leave fried chicken and chocolate alone. I need my happy thoughts just in case Peter Pan comes around. 😉

Fonts and Lotion

I happily got a big order of goat’s milk lotions and got to enjoy playing with scents that haven’t been ordered before. They’re kind of like toys in a chest. I’m always tickled when the less popular toy gets picked out of the pile, so it also gets a moment in the spotlight. 🙂

Anyway, here’s the total filled (large are 8 oz and small are under an ounce)

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I decided to start the new fonts on these labels. I figure this gives me a chance to see what seems to fit just right and helps me to decide if I want to use certain fonts for lines, specific products, or what.

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I totally love the variety on the labels. I think they give whimsical and professional vibes to the products, too. I’m so tickled with the font used for the strawberry jam and then I think the one for the Shea has a great multipurpose look to it, so I helped draw the eye to it just a tiny bit. Lol.

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I’m really proud of completing the near 100 oz order in a timely manner for once (thank you cold for giving me that little break!) and that I’m doing doggone well at breaking out of my narrowed tried and true habits. Only thing I really need to get seriously focused on is the cancer walk event, so I think I’ll try to reblog the first poll that went silent. For now I will set the concerns and projects aside and I hope that you get to set aside your burdens to enjoy family, friends, fireworks, and yummy food. My thanks go out to those that protect my ability to enjoy the day and I wish everyone a very happy, and safe, 4th!

Scent Poll

I’m trying to decide what things to make for the Sunset Stroll, the Breast Cancer Awareness event that I’m a vendor for. I’d really appreciate your input!

Not Dorothy’s Ruby Slippers

Hey, I’m actually writing a post in which I didn’t do anything embarrassing or fail! *time out for a mini happy dance* I also controlled my compulsive Internet shopping during my wholesaler’s sale for once. I only got a couple of new things to try that were super discounted. Ooohhh, I get to pat myself on the back during this post too. Would I be pushing my luck by wishing I had Gerard Butler to myself for a few hours since this night is going unusually well for me? *sassy wink*

Ahem, back to reality, since I’m sure I’ll get injured in the next few minutes, especially since I dared daydream about my fantasy husband. Lol. *splashes face with some cold water* As I was about to write before my distraction I got a few colors to experiment with while they’re on sale. I’m really kind of excited because one type I have never tried before when coloring soaps. It actually is a super colored piece of soap that you shave a little off of to color the soap that you are working with. It melts right in with your batch. How cool is that?! They’re available in colors that I can’t achieve yet, so why not? *grin*

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When I clicked to order it said Ruby Red Glitter. Um, that’s more of a burnt orange. It’s not bad or anything, but you know how you kind of expect something to be a certain way and get a little deflated when it has no resemblance to your mental image? I’m here in KS, the home of Oz, and when you say Ruby Red I see bright slippers in my mind immediately. So you can imagine my surprise when I pulled out a more pumpkin variety of Ruby Red. The package sure says Ruby Red Orange (really?!), but I swear it didn’t when I clicked on it. Since it’s glitter the close up had oranges, reds, and slight whiteness as the light reflected, so I didn’t think anything of those orange tones. Doh.

The two pigment soap squares are lemon lime and a simple brown. I’m hoping that a little bit of this dark brown will work better for the pancake soaps. (I didn’t post a final pic of that because I needed to work on the color anyway, so I cut all of the components up and enclosed them for the donation box for OK.) I think a rich brown should give them a deeper “fried” or wheat coloring instead of the odd diluted chocolate milk color I managed to get. Lol. The lemon lime was a free sample, so I don’t have any specific plans for it. I just want to make some wildly eye catching soaps. *grin* I got neon pink powder pigment last time that I haven’t experimented with yet, so this will be the perfect time to make some complimentary neon soaps. I couldn’t get the picture to do the lemon lime’s vibrancy justice, but I tried for half an hour. It is oddly beautiful.

Since I love the sample I bought last time of the silver sample packets I got a hundred of them while they were on sale, so I will have enough for September’s Breast Cancer event. I’ll fill them with a sample of my best lotions and they’ll go in the swag bags for the first hundred people. I also stocked up on single ounce jars so I can sell trials of the lotions at the event (and the jars are massively easier than those bullet bottles that I used to use).

So I’m off to go collect more fonts to experiment with for product labels (darn it Pinterest!!). I think I have developed a small addiction to collecting fonts. *cracking up* It’s a nerdy fixation, but at least it’s not hurtful I guess. If an obsession doesn’t hurt anyone other than eating up free space, then it’s totally fine, right? Mawahahaha!

Massage Pudding

I thought I’d let you in on a little secret I’ve held for a few days. Brace yourself. Cover your eyes and read through your fingers. Start to wrinkle your nose now. You have been warned. Apparently I made bath boogers. Chocolatey orbs that felt like a combination of pudding and snot. Yeah, I’m wrinkling my nose too, remembering that disgusting bath.

I’ve been finishing up testing on several projects that I shared, and a few that I was a bit indifferent about, so I never mentioned them yet. Since I had a big bag full of chocolate massage melts that I wasn’t going to sell and would take me a lifetime to use up in massages I figured I’d try some experiments out on them. (Yep, the nerd side of my personality reared it’s head. Lol.) Just out of pure accident I found that if it’s in the 90s and you don’t have the AC on the melts will resemble a Cadbury Creme Egg. A thin, solid shell with a gooey, creamy center. That actually resulted in a nice texture for a massage (of course, can you really ever complain about textures if you’re finally getting a massage, anyway?). If they’re frozen they crumble and after two days the bits still won’t massage in. Admittedly that test was just to amuse myself. *sporting a mild blush* I put them through a few more paces and then thought that I’d try them in the bath. I’ve made cocoa baths before; oils, cocoa powder, and a little extra FO, and they were fantastic (except for the ring in the tub that I then had to clean *laugh*). I figured that these should be even more moisturizing since I could massage them in as they softened instead of the oils all making slicks that evade my sponge or hands. The key thing that I forgot was that there was Cocoa Butter in it. A butter. Something that doesn’t do so great in water. I nearly developed a bruise from smacking my forehead so many times while maybe exclaiming “Buh me!” loud enough when it hit me while sitting on the porch that my neighbors stared. I’m the crazy cat lady that makes my own bath and body stuff instead of buying it from Walmart or Walgreens in a small rural town, so they stare anyways, but these were those “I told you she had to be crazy – she’s from California!” kind of looks. Meh.

Anywho….*grin* I settled in my bath with a big cup of sweet tea and a new book on my nook, plus five of those divinely smelling, crusty looking, squares. I was going to do an even four, but if you’re going to pamper yourself, my theory is that you might as well throw one more in for good measure. Except in this case. I just ended up with another chocolate booger that slithered out of my hands when I tried to scoop the globs out. *shudder* The bath started out wonderfully at first actually. The smell of chocolate started to fill the air, the almond oil started to make my skin silky, and it felt heavenly. Then one crested the shore of my tummy and slithered across back into the water on the other side. Um…well…Bo, my big protector of a dog, might have come running in when I let out a super girly shriek from the bath slug gliding over me. I may have made some odd noises as I splashed the chocolaty boogers up the sides of the bath only to have them slide back down in an incredibly disturbing fashion. Maybe. I’m not saying I’d ever be that much of a pansy. And dogs can’t talk. After a few moments of *cough* dignified disgust, I sucked it up and after a little exercise of chasing the globs around I finally got a handful of water and goo, and massaged it in. Like I said, it truly felt like a mixture of instant jello pudding with the sliminess of a runny nose. It really does condition the skin though. In case you’re curious it doesn’t wash off either. Some of the really gross sliminess goes away with some dawn dish soap, but for the most part you only get the chocolate part off. The rest just has to wear off as you scrub your memory with “mind bleach”.

Needless to say the remaining squares are in the back of my product cabinet and it took a salt paste to make the tub safe enough to stand in (even with two grab bars in there I did a lovely bit of The Twist. Too bad I didn’t have Chubby Checkers actually playing at the time, but I’m impressed that I can still do the dance with all of my problems. Mom, next time I see you, we’ll dance. *grin*).

For the past week I’ve been nursing some burns on my arm (we won’t discuss that. Lol.), so I haven’t experimented with any other items. Honestly I’m a little hesitant to keep messing with the other items from before this disaster. *grin* I think I need to start a line of gross things to sell for Halloween parties now. Apparently I have a previously undiscovered skill at creating slimy and gross things. Hmmm…I’ve made Slimer the aloe rub and chocolate snot. I wonder what else kids could stick their hands into and squeal over. 😉