
FAQs
While Suds Me Up, Scotty! may have closed its doors, it's quite likely you've been gifted one of our soaps! If you have any soap-related questions, please see the FAQS below. And if you're wondering why our soaps have such odd names, then skip on down to Soap Stories to learn the reasons why!
Why is there lye in my soap?!
Sodium hydroxide (lye) is a necessary component to soap making. When molecules of lye "hook up" with the molecules of fat (from the olive oil, almond oil, etc.) they chemically react to produce something totally new: soap and glycerin! Making soap is an awesome balance of science and creativity and both the oils and lye are carefully calculated for each batch of soap (all of our soaps actually contain more oils than are needed to convert all of the lye so that there are never any mishaps). The end result is that your new bar of soap no longer contains any lye and is safe to use :)
What is rosemary antioxidant?
Rosemary antioxidant is an organic and all-natural product that extends the shelf-life of your soap by slowing down the oxidation of the oils used in making it. It's extracted, via CO2 extraction, from organic rosemary leaves.
A note about our scents
Our soaps are scented with 100% pure and certified organic essential oils, and if you're accustomed to heavy perfumes and fragrance oils, then you'll likely notice a difference (perhaps a big one) between our products and others. Because of their natural nature, essential oils tend to fade more quickly than artificial scents do although there are some exceptions to this (for example, cedarwood and patchouli). Additionally, we also intentionally scent our soaps at 3%, which is on the lighter side. Personally, we find the world to be far too in-your-face when it comes to fragrance, and we're aiming for a lighter, yet still pleasantly scented, bathing experience. Don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions regarding the scent of a soap before purchasing, and we'll do our best to guide you towards what you're looking for.
A note about our colorants
Each and every one of our soaps get their variety of hues from all-natural plant and mineral based colorants like cacao powder and clays. The colors of some natural colorants, like turmeric for instance, have a tendency to change over time, and so we generally prefer clays for their color stability (plus, they give a wonderful slippery feel to soap that we adore!). The clays may not present as vibrantly as their synthetic counterparts do, but we think they're absolutely gorgeous just the same! The color in clays is due to naturally occurring elements within the soil, and we take care to source from companies who don't add synthetic additives to enhance their innate beauty. For example, the red of Rhassoul red clay comes primarily from iron oxides, and the green in French green clay is partly thanks to decomposing plant matter, like algae and chlorophyll. But while we love designing soaps with clays, you'll also find quite a few of our creations that showcase the beautiful brown of cacao powder, the earthy green (or blue) of indigo powder, the purple of sandalwood powder, and the grays/blacks of activated charcoal. One note about natural colorants is that some of them, like cacao powder, will tend to leave behind marks on white/light washcloths, but I've never found these to stain and will immediately rinse out.
Why has my soap weight changed?
Soaps are weighed after, on average, 4 weeks of curing time and it is this number that appears on our soap labels. "Curing time" is a period when the water used to make soap batter is in the process of evaporating, making for a harder and longer lasting bar of soap. At about 4 weeks, our soaps have lost the bulk of their water weight and become available for purchase but will continue, in small increments, to continue losing water weight. If your bar is slightly less than what's listed on the package (this difference should be quite small) this only means that your bar of soap should last a bit longer in use :)
How long will my soap bar last?
This is obviously dependent on many factors, but a bar of soap lasts us about 2.5 weeks on average (1 person at 1 shower per day). The bars that we use for handwashing at sinks last much (much) longer than that. Please see the above answer on how to get the most out of your soap bar.
Are your soaps certified organic?
Unfortunately, no. For a company as tiny as ours, the cost to become certified organic is prohibitive. You can rest assured, however, that the ingredients we use to make our soaps ARE certified organic. We've been living an organic lifestyle for about 15 years now and it's non-negotiable for us. We believe it's the best choice for the health of ourselves, our global human/animal family, and (obviously) this gorgeous planet Earth. As for the ingredients we can't get organic (such as clays), we're careful about purchasing only 100% clays that are free from artificial colorants or other materials; the colorants in the clays we use are naturally derived (i.e. the pink color in our pink clay is from iron oxides found naturally in the soil). As always, please feel free to reach out anytime via email at sudsmeupscotty@outlook.com if you'd like any additional reassurance about the products we use to make our soaps.
How should I store my soap?
If a soap bar is in use, store it on a well-draining soap dish with adequate airflow to ensure that your soap dries out properly between uses. Allowing your soap to languish in water will turn it to mush and shorten its lifespan significantly (and unnecessarily!). If you're not yet ready to use your bar of soap, storing it somewhere with adequate ventilation (like a closet shelf) will be great. Also, to prevent the fading of colors, keep it out of direct sunlight.
What are these orange spots?
Here at Suds Me Up, Scotty, we don't use artificial anything— and that includes preservatives. If a product never spoils, then we're suspicious of how safe it actually is for the human body! Although we do add rosemary antioxidant to all of our soaps to slow down the oxidation process, it won't preserve your soap forever, and eventually all of those lovely, organic oils will begin to spoil (as any natural product should!). This usually begins to appear as small, orange spots on your soap. While we would never sell a bar that we know has begun to spoil, it really isn't much cause for alarm if it does happen. Those orange spots are considered a cosmetic issue and don't render your soap dangerous! I would, however, use the soap immediately since it's showing signs of nearing the end of its lifespan. After a couple of handwashings, those superficial spots should disappear, but you can also speed things along and shave off the spots with a vegetable peeler. In either case, I'd recommend using the bar immediately. In my experience, these small spots are odorless—and we've used quite a few of these oldies—but if your soap develops an odor, I'd discard it. While there are many ways to slow down this process (we use them all), it may still happen from time to time. Please contact us if you have this happen to a newly purchased bar of soap and we'll be happy to replace it!
Hey! My soap looks different!
We like to think of each soap as a tiny, individual masterpiece. Even though we use the same recipe (if this ever changes, we make note of it in the listing) and the same design technique, each time we slice into a fresh loaf of soap we're never sure of exactly what we'll find! (Honestly, the element of surprise is one of my favorite things about making soap!) As a general rule, the soaps should look very similar to those pictured in the listing, but due to the handcrafted nature of our products, each bar will be somewhat unique. Additionally, some natural colorants (turmeric, for instance) can change color over time, so the colors may appear slightly different than pictured.
Will my soap expire?
Prior to learning how to make soap, I thought it was a product with no expiration date! Turns out, I was wrong, and the oils used in the soap making process can and will go rancid as oils normally would (and should!). We recommend using your soap within sixth months of purchasing, but because we use fresh oils, your soap bars may potentially last for longer (personally, I wouldn't push it longer and risk losing them). We do add organic rosemary antioxidant to all of our soap batches to extend the shelf-life of your soap and slow down the oxidation process, but natural products can go bad, even with the precautions we take to slow this down. Please see the "what are these orange spots" question for more details!
A nifty soap-extending trick
This little trick deals with those end slivers that we here hate washing with! While still sudsy, they make bathing more difficult than it needs to be, but who wants to waste all of those precious plant materials? So what to do? When your bar of soap is nearly at the end of its lifespan and is a mere sliver of soap, "marry" it to a new bar! Simply wet both bars and stick them together. After a washing (either hand or in the shower), the two bars should be firmly stuck together and you can continue until the sliver is gone. Simply repeat the process when the new bar reaches its final days as well. This ensures you get every last bit of goodness/value from your soap (and your money!).
Why are your labels so plain?
Well, we like to think of them as simple, but there are a couple of reasons why our labels are as they are (other than the fact that we just like them!). From the beginning, we've kept two things in mind: 1. our soaps will be crafted from only organic ingredients and 2. we'll keep the cost per bar as low as possible. We want our soaps to represent who we are, and since we've been organic vegans for 15 years now, what you see in our soaps (and on our labels) is what you see in our lives. Plain? Perhaps. Organic? Definitely. Why? Because we're wholeheartedly committed to the health of our family, our planet, and all of the critters that inhabit it with us. That being said, organic ain't cheap; the cost of organic products is significantly higher than that of conventionally grown ones (even when purchasing in bulk, like we do). So while the organic part is non-negotiable for us, the fancy labeling is. Labels can be absolutely lovely, but beyond the visual appeal, they're just... garbage. Literally, you're just going to toss them. So in an effort to keep our prices down, we decided to keep the packaging as minimalist as possible, and so we print the labels ourselves without fanfare.​ Additionally, our labels are printed on card-stock made from 100% recycled content, and being in charge allows us to change them as needed, when needed (like for our custom soap loaves!) Basically, we're simple and so are our labels. I guess maybe I could've just said that...

a soapy must-have
Have you tried a bar of handcrafted soap before only to have it turn into a disappointing pile of mush? Rest assured, this soapy problem has an easy solution! If a soap bar is in use, store it on a well-draining soap dish with adequate airflow to ensure that your bar dries out properly between washings. Allowing your soap to rest in water will quickly turn it into a goopy mess and shorten its lifespan significantly (and unnecessarily!).
soap stories

Love Ya, Baby! The name behind this creamy soap originates with a YouTube short. My girls often save bird-themed shorts to share with Scott because he finds intelligent avian-speak (or avian dance) absolutely hilarious. If my memory serves me correct, this particular short featured a parrot showering love on her babies, and from that day forth "love ya, baby" (always spoken in a parrot voice) has echoed throughout my home. I'd link to the short so that you can enjoy it too, but I just lost 20 minutes of my life engrossed in bird videos trying to relocate it to no avail. I guess you'll just have to trust me on this; it was thoroughly adorable ♥ You can also find the video version of the story behind this soap name in a short on our YouTube channel!

I'm NOT Colorblind! It wasn't until my girls and I were admiring a particularly vibrant red cardinal perched in a particularly vibrant evergreen tree one day that I realized how differently Scott sees the world. While we oohed and ahhed over an almost neon-bright bird, he struggled to find it because, through his eyes, it was nearly the same color as the tree. He vehemently disagrees with our colorblind assessment, however, and I've often toyed with the idea of buying him a pair of those corrective colorblind glasses so that he can see what the world looks like through my eyes. But then, I always refrain. Would it be cruel? Because you can't miss what you've never had, right? And I fear the world would become depressingly drab to him unless those glasses were perched upon his nose. So for now, I'll just stick to the teasing and leave him, quite contentedly, in his monochrome world. Perhaps one day he'll buy himself a pair of those magical specs and start blubbering over the beauty of the world, much as Winnie the Bish did in New Girl. ("Nobody told me fruit was different colors!!") But until then, an ombre world it is! (Prefer to watch instead of read? Well, you're in luck because you can find the story behind our I'm NOT Colorblind! bar in a short on our YouTube channel! Also... bloopers ;)

​​Goodnight, Mama This soap name isn't so much a Scott-ism as it is a classic family "theme"! This bar is a heartwarming nod to The Waltons, which our girls grew up on a steady diet of. Having watched it myself as a child, I couldn't wait to introduce our brood to John Boy, Olivia, Ike, and the Baldwin sisters, and I was beyond THRILLED when they all fell head-over-heels in love with the Walton clan as I had. How many hours did we while away, laughing at their antics as we sipped strawberry fruit smoothies and munched on popcorn? All I can say is that it's far too many to count. The earlier seasons when Grandpa and Grandma are still alive and kicking have always been our favorites (I'm not sure any of us ever recovered from the death of dear old Grandpa), but we've watched every single episode many times over. Those heartwarming forty-five minutes gave us a glimpse into another era and could simultaneously cheer us up, calm us down, and remind us all that things don't need to be so complicated. Even though our girls are all grown up now, the Waltons remain one of our core memories and are still, on occasion, a go-to pick-me-up. I'm not sure there's anything that can evoke such a sharp pang of nostalgia as hearing the opening notes of their classic theme song!

Tomorrow's Friday! I mean, I feel like this one's kind of self-explanatory. When you work your tush off all week, you find yourself pretty excited when Friday rolls around. The only thing I don't get is how it seems like I hear "Tomorrow's Friday" from Scott every other day, but there's only ONE Friday in every week. Apparently, the week flies by when you're having (soapy) fun ;)
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The Adventure Year For the much longer version (with pictures!) please visit Part 1: The Adventure Year and Part 2: The Happiness Squad ♥ This name behind this soap bar is definitely a personal favorite of mine! In fact, it's so MUCH a favorite that I didn't settle on this simple-yet-perfect design until attempt number 4 (or was it 5?)! The idea behind this bar was birthed by my eldest daughter's 2021 New Year's resolution to go on one "outdoorsy adventure" per week for the duration of the year. First Adventure? A New Year's Day visit to our favorite beach. After initially scoffing at her (the New England beach is COLD in January), I decided to tag along, as did my other two girls. We had such an unexpectedly super time that day that in a spur-of-the-moment decision, I (and her sisters) decided to join her on her mission and what followed was perhaps one of the best years of my life. It was a tumultuous year, chock-full of confusion and some inner angst, but nestled among the trees and beside the ocean was exactly where we so frequently needed to be. It was that year that I discovered how very awesome the ocean is in EVERY season. Because of those Adventures, I now much prefer the colder months when the sands are mostly empty and we get the sea virtually to ourselves (we willingly share with the water fowl!). We learned that if you go prepared (i.e. clothed in multiple layers with mounds of cozy blankets to snuggle into), then off-season at the ocean is a magical time that can be pretty intensely clarifying. All in all, The Adventure Year was a memorable year and definitely needed a bar of soap to commemorate it. Yes, it took me several attempts to end up with a design that I felt was worthy of such a title, but I settled on the simplicity of this bar because it reminds me of one of my favorite places to be: the sea :)

The Meadow Several years ago, Scott and I decided to forgo the mowing of our (substantial) front yard and let it grow wild and free, available to any critters that wanted to avail themselves of the bounty of seeds and grasses that grow there. I knew it would save precious time not mowing a space we didn't use, and hopefully do wonders for our lawn (it did), but I had absolutely no IDEA how much I would adore it. That very first year, it was affectionately dubbed: The Meadow. Watching the tall grasses sway in the summer breeze is mesmerizing enough, but all of the wildlife that flock to it truly make it a treasure. Birds wage war over the two choice nesting boxes in the spring. Coyotes trot through it in the summer. Wild turkeys strip the grasses of seeds in the fall. A mama deer and her fawns visit throughout the seasons and feast on pears. And watching the rabbits joyfully chase each other through the greenery on warm evenings is perhaps one of the best ways one could spend their time. Honestly, the whole family was/is in love with it, and I now eagerly anticipate it growing up every spring. But when I found a note from a "friendly" neighbor shoved into our mailbox one morning ("Your yard looks awful. It isn't pretty"), we quickly realized that not everyone is as thrilled with our natural masterpiece as we are. I imagine our meddling neighbor was hoping to shame us into mowing it all down (we didn't), and I actually feel kinda sad for her. A perfectly manicured lawn IS quite lovely to look at, but so is a natural landscape resplendent with critters. Honestly, those animals benefited from those grasses being long far more than we did from them short, and we decided The Meadow is definitely here to stay. (And the wildlife heartily approves of our decision.) ​P.S. I've also added a blog post for your reading pleasure: The Meadow (your yard looks awful).

​​Smoothie Tonight? For years I'd heard people raving about their Vitamix machines and all of the delicious things that came out of them, but when I looked into purchasing one and saw the hefty price tag, I decided that you can't miss what you've never had. Fast forward to 2021 when I decided I just couldn't live without one any longer. I bit the bullet and purchased a refurbished one and hoped it was as awesome as the smoothie community had raved it was. Well, turns out it wasn't just hype because I haven't regretted my purchase for a single, solitary second. And despite the fact that a fruit smoothie is now part of our every dinner (and the way I get my multiple servings of fruits each day!), I still hear "Smoothie tonight?" with the same hopeful and enthusiastic tone I've been hearing for the past 5 years now. And if, like me, you're wondering if the price tag is worth it? It is. It most definitely is.

Do You Smell That? The full name is actually: Do You Smell That? (no. it's unscented.) There actually is no story. Sitting down at the dinner table one night, I said: "We need a name for the unscented bar." Scott's quick and witty reply immediately became the name of the soap. End of story :)

Mmm. Coffee. Approximately 20 years ago, we revamped our entire lifestyle. I began by meticulously going through our foods and making the necessary changes there before moving on to... everything else. Twenty years later, I feel pretty good about our low (and loving) impact on this awesome planet earth, and our home feels like the clean and safe haven it should be. There were many things I didn't care at all about letting go of, and for every food item that I ditched, I simply replaced it with a clean, vegan version that I now adore just as much. For every plastic item I gave away, I easily replaced it with a much more durable glass/stainless steel version. For every conventional cleaner I tossed, I happily replaced it with a non-toxic edition (essential oils to the rescue!). It was a slow, steady, and extremely satisfying change--one that I didn't find all that hard. But sometimes you hit a nerve, and when coffee took its turn in the spotlight? Well, let's just say Scott struggled to remain calm until the verdict was in. Turns out, coffee actually has a lot of positive health benefits, and with some tweaks, Scott was thrilled when he realized it was here to stay. Fair-trade (for the workers), organic (for the planet), some cashew creamer (for the animals), and high acid content (for Scott), and he's as happy as can be. Sometimes I wonder if he loves his morning coffee more than he loves me. I'd ask, except why pose a question you don't really want to hear the answer to... ;) If it interests you, take a peek at the video version of this story behind our Mmmm. Coffee. soap bar in this short on our YouTube channel! :)

Whatcha Cookin? I grew up in a healthy household completely devoid of processed junk, sodas, and fast foods. My mom baked our bread, meals were home-cooked, and a go-to after-school snack was a nice and crispy apple, or maybe some air-popped popcorn. I felt like I was raising my girls in a similar fashion until 2004 when I was forced (through the unrelenting pressure of illness) to take a closer look at my life and our eating habits. Thus began an enlightening journey into the foods we eat and the products we use--like soap. I first began by tossing out anything that included hydrogenated oils and high fructose corn syrup. Artificial colors and preservatives went next, and the culling continued relentlessly until 2007 when we made the leap into going vegetarian and then eventually vegan a couple of years later. It was a process with a steep learning curve, but one I'm grateful to have invested the time in because the illness that precipitated my deep dive into healthy eating is now a thing of the past. The only drawback to living such a clean and healthy life is that it involves a LOT of cooking. And for many years this was perfectly fine, and I really enjoyed myself. Somehow, even now, whipping up a batch of warm muffins can do wonders for my mental state. But what happens when you start feeling the irresistible urge to swap all that creative kitchen time for creative SOAP time? (Meals get simpler, that's what.) But no matter how much I'd rather be making soap, I imagine you'll frequently find me with spatula in hand, and "Whatcha cookin?" will be uttered by Scott until the day I die. (Honestly, he's just thrilled anytime my answer involves chocolate. ;)

Fool's Gold I've had vegetable gardens for much of my adult life; I've also had pets for much of my adult life. Fortunately for me, what pets produce a lot of is also what gardens need a lot of: waste. Or nutrition. Depending on which way you look at it. Quite a few years ago now, we undertook an ambitious project and turned a large area of field space into a vegetable garden. It was largely located on the old manure pile, and for years the things in those veggie beds absolutely flourished. But, over time, the soil became tired and depleted. It had given us an abundance of food for many seasons and was now begging for some sustenance itself. So when we decided to give this garden a makeover, we decided to feed the vegetable and flower beds at the same time. Surveying our property, we begin digging quite happily into what we originally thought was just another manure pile. We spread it with wild abandon over all of the beds, gleefully envisioning the plants once again flourishing there. We cleverly dubbed this "plant food": Solid Gold. But once we'd spread it over virtually every growing space, something really started niggling at me. My subconscious mind kept trying to bring this something to my attention, but it wasn't until I slept one night that I finally remembered what it was: buried at the bottom of that specific pile of animal waste was also home improvement waste from many, many years prior (we weren't always as kind to the Earth as we are now). Turns out, it wasn't only decomposing shavings we were lovingly spreading all over our veggie beds, but decomposing particle board and plywood as well. Along with all of the chemicals that implies. We debated over what to do, but in the end I couldn't stomach knowing that our organic vegetables were growing up in formaldehyde-laced soil, so I dug up every last bit. Was it overwhelming? For sure. But as is our way, we turned it into something of a joke and our once glorified Solid Gold was quickly demoted to Fool's Gold. And the now entertaining memory has been forever immortalized in a lovely bar of soap! Minus the formaldehyde, of course ;)

For Crying Out Loud! This is a popular refrain in our home, almost always spoken by Scott in a lighthearted tone. It didn't cross our minds to make it into a Signature soap, however, until one day when it was uttered while working in our soap room. My daughter (who captures all video footage that Scott crafts into YouTube shorts) was filming when a slight (probably imagined) mishap brought forth Scott's signature words. She immediately declared, "that should definitely be a soap," and here we are. ​I love this bar, largely because it makes such good use of what would otherwise be wasted. Whenever we slice a fresh loaf of soap into even bars, we're left with thin slivers at each end. Too little to be sold, yet too big to toss, what's one to do? Chop away and use them to create a new loaf, of course! Slicing all of these random slivers up before adding them to a black base (to highlight all of their naturally lovely colors) is the perfect solution. And there's nothing "for crying out loud!" about it ;)

Frankie Evans For the long version of this story, you can read my blog post here: Frankie Evans & the Great Heron Rescue. For the abridged version, read on... Every year on our anniversary, Scott, our girls, and I go kayaking. Scott doesn't particularly love this tradition, but he carries on because paddling around a peaceful lake on a warm summer's eve is right up my alley. This year, however, I was feeling generous and gave him the choice between wrestling with 5 kayaks or taking a lovely summer stroll through the woods. Thinking he got off easy, he quickly chose the hike. Pretty sure he regrets that in hindsight. The hike started off nice enough, but as we were in the last stretch, we came upon a Great Blue heron in trouble. Once we realized that he had a fishing lure/hook lodged in his flesh and was unable to fly, we realized what a predicament this whole thing actually was. Acting quickly, we reached out to a local bird rehab facility who told us that if we could secure the bird, they'd take him. So we formulated a plan and jumped into action. Wading into the murky and somewhat stinky water, we managed to catch this gigantic bird without incurring injury ourselves (thankfully, because that beak is big and strong, y'all), but unfortunately the work wasn't over yet. The walk back was stressful (and looooong) as we did our best to keep this large bird calm while trying not to jostle him and thus injure him further. But we forged on, resolutely determined to emerge from the woods with bird in hand. Long story short: we did. The day felt like some kind of a dream, and we'd been totally unprepared for any of what unfolded (note to self: always carry a pocket knife on hikes!), but we felt victorious as we dropped Frankie Evans off. He was still full of life and spunk, so we had high hopes for his recovery. I'd like nothing more than to give you a happy ending here, but alas, we didn't get our triumphant release. The tissue damage was too severe, and this regal Great Blue Heron couldn't be saved. It was infuriating, largely because this was 100% preventable. The fisherman around this particular pond are routinely careless and stupid lazy, and we find hooks on every hike we take (we make sure to collect every single one now). But once I'd processed my anger, I decided to do something to commemorate Frankie Evans, and thus this soap was born. It's all designed carefully with him in mind, and I'm pretty sure it's now my most favorite of bars. R.I.P. Frankie Evans
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It's A Supermoon! I sometimes wonder if Scott missed his calling in life and he perhaps should have been an astronomer instead! It seems like on a near-daily basis he's broadcasting the type of Moon that's rising and its significance. If it's not a Supermoon, then it's a Black Moon, or a Harvest Moon, or a Blood Moon, or a Cold Moon, or a Strawberry Moon. And if there's no relevant Moon name, then he'll offer the phase. And lacking that? Well, there's always a planet to point out, or a meteor fact to share, or some new discovery out there in the vastness of space that we should definitely know about. But can you tell me the SIGN that Moon's in, Scotty? No? I didn't think so. And that's where Melinda steps in ;)
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Cis Straight White Man Honestly, I didn't think it would be quite as hard to "keep up with the times" as it's turned out to be, especially when it comes to the words I choose and their appropriate usage in these rapidly changing times. In my defense, when I was in high school I don't even remember any openly gay students, and trans was simply an oddly interesting thing that had absolutely no bearing on my life. Obviously, there have been some massive changes unfolding since I roamed those corridors three decades ago, and I'm doing my damnedest not to become a stodgy old relic. So fast forward thirty years and our queer daughter has spent many after-dinner conversations doing her best to keep me and Scott current. Sometimes there's been initial resistance ("they" was tricky to adjust to, mostly because it's confusing in its plurality), and I still struggle to remember whether or not "trans-woman" or "trans-man" is appropriate, and I really don't like the word "queer" (because in my mind, it's an insult), but overall I think we're adjusting well. And, for the most part, we've got (some of) the current lingo down. Consequently, this soap is a shout-out to a new twist on an old word and our inclusion of it into our vocabulary. And for the record? This is Scott's favorite bar of soap even though I'm entirely sure Scott remembers what Cis means... ;)

Scott's Pine While in the process of studying aromatherapy, I often went about spouting essential oil facts, families, chemical constituents, and Latin names as I attempted to cram tons of new info into my brain. Granted, my enthusiasm may have been somewhat irritating to the rest of my family who had zero interest in the genus and species of these powerful (and awesome) oils, but I think the info may have weaseled its way into their noggins just the same! One day as we sat tossing around soap names and ideas, my daughter threw out the clever play on Scotch Pine, which is also known as Scots Pine. I mean, c'mon. It was clever. It was perfect. And I had just the oils to bring this gorgeously green soap to life. So while I can't claim this is a common Scott-ism in our home, Scott's Pine now has a cherished home within our home. And whenever I'm in need of some refreshing forest vibes, this is one of the bars I reach for ♥
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CHOCOLATE! The full name is actually: (do you know what would make this better?) CHOCOLATE! Once again, another name that doesn't really require an explanation because I know that Scott certainly isn't alone in his chocolate obsession! But really, Scott? Does there have to be chocolate in or on EVERYTHING? Well, according to Scott, the answer to that is a big, fat YES. Most definitely. Because chocolate makes everything better So it seemed like an obvious choice for a soap design (complete with the cacao-colored soap batter!), and it's designed to mimic one of our most favorite desserts: Frozen Chocolate Pie. It (the pie, that is) has a delicious nut/date-based crust, topped with a thick layer of chocolate filling, and topped with some whipped coconut cream. And if I'm feeling really crazy? I toss on some roasted cashews and chocolate chips to complete the picture. It's a somewhat time-consuming endeavor so it's generally reserved as a holiday dessert, but the whole family is enamored with this pie. If you want the recipe, please visit Frozen Chocolate Pie in my vegan recipe stash. You never know, it just might become one of you treasured holiday faves as well ;)
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The Happiness Squad For the much longer version (with pictures!) please visit Part 1: The Adventure Year and Part 2: The Happiness Squad ♥ This soap directly ties into another one of our soaps: The Adventure Year. In short, 2021 found my three daughters and I embarking on one "outdoorsy" adventure each week for the duration of the year. We succeeded in accomplishing our collective New Year's resolution, and it was perhaps one of the very best twelve months of my life! This soap is connected to the Adventure Year because during that year we nicknamed ourselves: The Happiness Squad. It was a challenging time for us, each in our own way, and we were determined to rediscover happiness that year. But in typical "us" fashion, we couldn't just be satisfied with "The Happiness Squad," we had to also bestow a title upon each of us. (A title which we may or may not have commemorated with custom pins attached to our adventuring backpacks.) Melinda: Chief Optimist Scott: Ace Navigator Taylor: Quest Coordinator Jordan: Star Photographer Riley Mae: Avian Aficionado Consequently, this soap is truly special to me and it took me several tries to end up with a design I was pleased with. Now every time I look at it, I remember a year chock-full of Adventures and our quest for lasting purpose and meaning in our lives. (Such a heavy responsibility for such a little bar of soap, isn't it? ;)
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Hey, Lady This one is a very short story, but "Hey, Lady" is basically how Scott greets me virtually every time we talk, whether it be through text or as soon as he walks in the door. It's heard so many times in my home that dedicating a soap name to it was absolutely a no-brainer! I know, this story is pretty boring, but it's also pretty classic which means it has definitely earned a spot on our soap shelves. I will hasten to add, however, that while the story may be dull, the soap is nothing short of fabulous! I experimented time and time again to get this bar "just right." I finally settled on: simple but naturally gorgeous (paprika for the win!). It's definitely one of my absolute faves ♥ ​You can also find the Hey, Lady short on our YouTube channel!

Didja Sleep? All I can say is that I'm a woman in her fifties, and hormones have been messing with my precious sleep something fierce. For a couple of years now, the first thing Scott's (cautiously) greeted me with each morning is: Didja sleep last night? With the help of an open window (even in bitterly cold temps), the support of diffusing essential oils, and some red clover extract, I can almost always say "yes" now. And honestly, I'm not sure which one of us is most relieved about that :D

The Sunday Before For the long version of this story, you can read my blog post here: The Sunday Before. For the abridged version, read on... As a general rule, I think we can all agree that Christmas is much loved by children. But you know what makes an already awesome holiday even more awesome? When that holiday is extended beyond just that one joy-saturated day! Growing up, my grandmother claimed the Sunday before Christmas as the day for our extended family celebration. It was a highly anticipated event, and one that I feel will always fill me with warmth and happiness whenever I think back on those festive days. Aunts, uncles, and cousins would gather in that cozy home, on that familiar green-blue shag rug, and the day would unfold much as it had every year since it began. We'd catch up with family not seen since the Christmas before. Introduce new members of our growing clan. Exchange gifts, stuff ourselves silly with food, and play games — all while wishing the day would never end. After all, how could we possibly wait another twelve months for it to all happen again? My gramma would love to see us all gathered together, while my grampa would hide away in the kitchen, watching the game and preparing a feast (cinnamon applesauce was a favorite, and inspired the scent of this soap!). It was loud. It was jolly. It was chaotic. And it was probably my most favorite day of the entire year. Both of my grandparents are gone now, but forever I will remember The Sunday Before as the official start to Christmas. Forever, I will remember those faces, many of which are now no longer with us. Forever, I will feel the snap of electric shocks from that shag carpet, the taste of cheese curls, the sound of my gramma's voice, and the anticipation building to the point of bursting. Forever, the Sunday that falls before Christmas on the calendar will always be The Sunday Before. And the memories live on ♥
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5-Minute Limit When we were building our home back in 1999, we ran into a host of problems when drilling our well. Eventually we did hit water, but our yield has always been slow and low, which means that on occasion we've run into the frustration of draining our well completely dry. It's only temporary and can recover if given a couple of hours, but when you're the one in the shower covered in suds... well, let's just say it's something of a "nuisance." If I'm being completely honest, though, it hasn't all been bad. The fear of a mid-shower shut-off has kept us firmly in check, and no one could ever accuse us of being water wasters. Over the years, with time and "practice," I've figured out how to stay within the safe zone--even with five people in the house and a small farm to take care of. I learned that we could fill our duck's (Willard) pool, but not water our lawn. The girls could use the sprinkler for ten minutes on a sultry summer day, but no washing of cars. We can water the garden (with watering cans), but not take baths. Two loads of laundry per day, max. No water left running when washing hands or brushing teeth. And as for the showers? Set a timer; you have five minutes. It's not always convenient, especially when we have guests but that's when the rules matter most. And it isn't always pleasant, especially on the days when I could really use a long and luxurious super-hot shower. But we've been living with our well for twenty-six years now, and it's just how things are. We very rarely run out of water these days and I like to think of it as just another earth friendly habit we've adopted. Does the Earth appreciate it as much if the act isn't quite voluntary? Of course. Or at least that's what I tell myself anyway... ;)
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Talk Walk I think that any couple who's been married for more than 5 minutes would agree on this one fact: marriage takes work. And, inevitably, there will be some ups and downs. Scott and I have been an item since I was 15 years old, and to say we've had some "ups and downs" would be an understatement ;) Basically, we grew up together, and that has definitely included some bumps in the road. Years back, whenever we needed some time alone and away from our girls to discuss something that was bothering one of us, I'd declare we needed a Talk Walk. It was merely a stroll (or two) around the block in which we could air our issues and move towards a solution. Honestly, we had some pretty great (and successful) conversations on those walks, even though Scott jokingly greeted each one with dread. We haven't had need for a Talk Walk in quite a while now, but I imagine there will be days ahead in which one might be called for. This bar honors the success of those past ones, and hopefully the equal success of future ones ;)

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