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!!!
It was one wow after another on that trip. A trip that was recently taken in neighbouring Emo House and Gardens and next day to Lough Boora Parklands. Mauricio took all these photos. I could not do such a good job. There were countless surprises waiting around every corner as in those photos below. Nature was kind to us that day fulfilling us with awe and glee.
Here at Heartworks we keep quite busy, buzzing around the kitchen, carrying pots of oil around, weighing out exact measurements of shea butter, sweet almond oil, coconut oil, jojoba and kukui nut oils and blending them together with various aromas all coming from essential oils such as lavender, ylang ylang, clove bud, to mention but a few, adding in foodstuffs such as oatmeal, cornmeal, poppy seeds etc for effect. All these ingredients coming together make up our soaps and shampoo bars which when they have gelled together for over 24 hours get cut with our very special cutting machine (courtesy of that man of mine, Mauricio) then after a month period in our poor little hall and anywhere else we can find to put them, they get labelled and packed away until some lucky person out there reaps the benefit of their therapeutic qualities, their sensuous aroma, their lovely lather, and their long lasting endurance.
I do miss her so much. She’s been gone from us for at least two weeks but I still feel her quietly and cautiously “owning the house”. Oh yes, she was the boss alright, no mistaking that. Jimmy knew it too and kept out of her way. The bigger of the two and male to boot, he was actually afraid of Pussh, despite her 15+ years.
I remember the day she came into our lives, remember it like it was the other day. She was up at the start to Charleville woods in the thick briars meowing in a frantic fashion; as if to say, “please take me home with you and feed me. This mother of mine is throwing me out to the wolves. Please protect me, save me from my mother, pleeeeeease!”
So she did come home with us that day and here she stayed, ever aloof but faithful, always quietly present, never letting us down. RIP PUSSH
I just wanted to let you know, Mr or Mrs. Easter Bunny, that I didn’t find any eggs on the little tour you had me go on. Your signs are there leading the way, pointing one in the right direction but alas all the eggs are gone. Could it be that you forgot to take down the signs after Easter Sunday Easter Bunny Egg Hunt? And that all the eggs were picked up that day? If so, could you please remove your signs so that we can have a litter free beautiful Charleville once again
No, I’m not offering either of these. You can go make your own tea or pour your own Guinness. All I’m saying is that, when at the waterfall in Glenbarrow, up the Slieve Bloom mountains, we were reminded of these two things. It’s funny how one saw a pint of Guinness and the other a cup of tea (without the milk, that is). There was another who saw a glass of whiskey on the rocks in it. I just saw bog water running very rapidly down a precipice. But I have been known to be a bore!!!