Ugh. Blogger is on my one good nerve. Too many hoops to jump through to comment on a blog, for me. I need the quick version, Powers-That-Be! I have crap to do...
Anyway - I'm soaping again. Wee. I've been thinking of incorporating dried fruits into my creations for some time. I'm not EATING them, mind you. My seizing arteries still prefer chemical-laden junk food.
This soap was supposed to be more orange-y in color, but we had a morph-situation and....whatever...it's still in the ballpark. The fragrance consists of orange sherbert, orange vanilla frosting, cake batter and orange smoothie. That, I would totally eat. I used sliced and dried clementines in the top and bedazzled the log within an inch of it's life. I like how it came out, but I always forget that I'm not a fan of lemon pop mica. Too muddy for me. I'll forget again, the next time I need a yellow too. I'm 43. I forget pants, at times.
See ya next time! Oh, and side note? RIP, Amy Winehouse. Within an industry of over-produced, homogenized, soulless music, you were a glimmer of light and depth. Thanks for that.