Can’t even get over a bit of a gate anymore. There was a time when I’d tumble over the gate, head first, throwing the rest of the body over, like a rag doll. Well nowadays, even though I pride myself in being fit like a fiddle, I tend to climb over the gate upright. Could it be modesty (after all I was wearing a skirt)? Could it be fear that I might break a bone or land on my head? Or could it just “Auld Age”? There we were, the two of us, holding on for dear life trying to get over a simple gate down the fields like a pair of grannies and not even one grandchild between us.
It was like entering into another realm when we got off the path and went into where the willow stuctures were in Lough Boora Parklands in the midlands of Ireland, the heart of the bog (and all that)
After making our way through labyrinths of willow structures we finally came to where the Fly Agaric mushrooms were and if we hadn’t already thought we were in some magical land, we certainly did now
There were literally hundreds of them all around us. Soooo trippy!! There must be fairies living around there!
I make my soap in small batches in my kitchen. If the weather is anyway reasonable and there’s a bit of sun about, I’m out in the patio either weighing out the ingredients and/or mixing them and blending together or I could be cutting the soap or, as I was today, labelling the finished bars. That’s one of my favourite parts of the whole process: the labelling and putting away in storage boxes. But my absolute favourite is the selling of the soaps at markets or fairs.
One can’t but pity the feet that were in those sad looking boots but the owner has certainly nothing to complain about. They have served him well, accompanied him through the direst of situations, protected his precious toes as sharp pieces of slate came raining down on them, got dumped in the corner every evening after a hard day’s work, and yet were there the very next morning, reporting for duty, ready for the next barrage of abuse that would be meted out to them. Oh they are truly loyal companions. If they could only talk, they’d have a story or two to tell!!
These last 8 of our range are palm free, I’m delighted to say. Although I must say, palm oil makes a hard bar, long lasting to the end. But we’ve added a lot of coconut to these 8 which also makes a hard bar. Trouble with coconut is your can’t use so much of it as it can be drying to the skin. You have to get the balance right and I think we might have achieved that with these one, having added lots of olive oil, sweet almond oil and shea butter too. Although not to be eaten, some of them have a foody thing going on!!!
The Three of us, from Bladhma Oriental Dance Group in sync with each other as we battled with the wind and the rain during St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Tullamore, Co. Offaly, Ireland.
All handmade by Monica, using only natural ingredients, leaving out all those nasty ugly things such as artificial fragrances and colourings. No parabens either!
We’re about 2 days away from having the new labels printed and then Monica will have to busy herself, putting on the labels on the soaps; those soaps that are ready and waiting to be dressed up and then paraded and shown off in local markets, Bloom, RDS, Tullamore Show, Ploughing Championship, to mention but a few. They can’t wait to be strutting their stuff, their all natural stuff and in their finery (the labels). And this year, we’ve decided that the soap comes without any cellophane on them. Yes, Siree, not unless you ask for it. So we leave it up to you to do your bit for the environment. Don’t want it wrapped in cellophane? Well good for you! We’ll oblige.
We’ve 8 new one this year and they’re all Palm Free. Of course we’ll continue with the others that do have palm oil in them. Again we give the choice to the punter. Don’t want palm oil in your soap? Well we have 8 soaps and 3 shampoo bars without it so don’t worry!!! Roll on the next 2 days so that Monica can start with the labels. Happy Days!!!