So I'm waiting for my favorite soap store to stock at 10 am and I have 7 minutes left... let's see if i can do a power blog.  Oh, since I'll be at the store by the time this posts, you can't beat me to the soaps I'm going for so I'll let you in on it.  Faith Acre Farmgoods Soap it's amazing.

Oh dear, down to five minutes, or I could just blog about soap...how come if you put enough dirty stuff together, it makes you clean?  I mean really, what is appealing about scrubbing up with a hunk of lard and splashing olive oil on as a finisher?  But what Tara does to these soaps is nothing short of ... oh dear, I already used "amazing" in the last paragraph.   Here's my confession... I was raised by an ardent bar-soap hater.  My mom used liquid soap before liquid soap was cool.  My first exposure to weird religeous propaganda was on the label of the Dr. Bronner's Castile that was ever-present in our tub.  I can't say that I've NEVER used bar soap, but very rarely and never on purpose.  Until now.  I got this to use as a gift, it was fancy froo froo soap ya know?  Well, it never made it to the intended recipient.  I used it, I loved it, I kept it.  All five bars. 

This time I'm being smart. The store stocks in one minute.  I'm ordering... and having it shipped DIRECTLY to my loved ones.  Because I know full well, if it ever crosses my threshold, it will not leave.