Theresa Rogers - Natural & Organic Soap Making Alchemy: Hobby to a Successful Homebased Business

NATURAL & ORGANIC SOAP MAKING ALCHEMY

Hobby to a Successful Homebased Business

By

Theresa Rogers

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Chelsea Rogers

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A Look Inside This Book

My family and I were seated at the kitchen table at dinnertime. I figured this was the time to confront them, much like any good sleuth would.

Would any of you happen to know why the homemade soap Lorraine gave me for Christmas is disappearing faster than Im using it? Im positive I should have more left. This is the second bar thats almost gone.

I tried hard to sound angry, but I couldnt. It was evident that someone else was using the soap. I really didnt mind, although my curiosity got the best of me.

Silence filled the room. No one admitted to using it, not at first. I at least expected my teenage son to implicate his younger sister like he did for every other accusation.

Finally, my seven-year-old daughter confessed. Ive been using it, Mommy. Its more fun to take a bath with that cool soap of yours than with any other in the house. She paused before continuing her confession. And, I use it when I wash my hands before eating. You do want me to wash my hands before eating, dont you?

Her big blue eyes locked onto mine. What a clever girl.

Yes, I do, Braelyn, I answered. How could I argue with that?

Im not mad; I was just curious. Im glad you finally found soap you liked.

Her father cleared his throat after hearing my response. No, not him, I thought.

Ive been using it too, he said, sheepishly. It actually does a better job of scrubbing the grime off my hands after work than anything else.

Another pregnant pause, then finally, my teenage son Trey started talking. Okay. I have been using it. But Mom, look at my face. Look at my acne.

His acne, always a bane, had actually cleared up. I had noticed it before; I just didnt realize that the natural and organic homemade soap sitting in our bathroom was responsible. The young man had tried everything else to ease his acne. Im sure he was delighted.

That evening, I gave the Case of the Missing Soap some thought. Basically, I discovered that one type of homemade soap pleased my entire family. Essentially, this bar of soap was a great astringent, gently yet effectively scrubbed grime off the skin, got a child to take a bath and wash her hands before eating and miraculously cleared stubborn acne!

And it had one more quality. Using this soap helped to relax me in the evening or any time of the day for that matter when I felt overwhelmed and stressed out. How could I possibly ask a soap to work any harder or more effectively and at a fraction of the cost of regular, commercially made soap that I was slowly learning carried with it all sorts of life-threatening additives.

There was no doubt about it that was the tipping point, I phoned my friend and offered to buy a couple of bars of soap from her. Then I told her why. Stop by tomorrow she said, Im making a new batch. Ill have some ready for you to buy, but I think youll be interested in watching me make it as well.

I wasnt too sure about the soap making demonstration, but I agreed anyway.

The next day I visited my friend, and I saw how easy it was to make this soap myself.

When I got home, I gave everyone his or her own bar of soap and headed for the computer. I wanted to read up on the commercially made soap. I had heard it contained toxins and synthetic additives that could possibly lead to skin problems.

But I guess I wasnt prepared to learn the fact that many of these additives that I cant pronounce are in just about every bar of soap, every lotion and even in nearly all of the shampoos!

I wasnt that nave to believe the soap I had been buying was natural and organic. But I was not at all prepared for the level of harsh, harmful ingredients that were stuffed into one bar of soap.

I really had no choice now to change, if I didnt want to be a hypocrite. How could I continue to use commercial soap, knowing what I know now?

So, for several months, I stockpiled homemade soaps from craft shows. I especially looked for those which were scented with lavender. This herb, even in its essential oil form, is widely renowned for clearing up skin conditions, specifically tough, stubborn acne problems like my sons.

I began one day to make my own soap. I began with the melt and pour method, which is exactly all you do and graduated to the cold and hot process methods. I learned about the differences in the meaning of organic and natural.

I learned how to decorate the soap to continue to keep my daughters interest. And, I learned how this soap works hard enough to clear the grime off my husband and yet can help me relax after a stressful day.

Meet Ugh one of our caveman ancestors. Hes just returned home to his cave with a hefty amount of woolly mammoth for supper and some fur from the creature for his wife Nag, who had just been mentioning, she needed warmer clothing.

He walked into the cave with a great big smile. Sometimes, he confessed to himself he didnt have a clue to what made his wife happy. He was sure, though, that the meat and fur would. He was expecting a wonderful greeting in response.

Nag, indeed, was pleased with the surprise presents, but who knew that woolly mammoths smelled so horrible.

He walked into the cave, showed her the meat and fur, and she kissed her husband in gratitude. Then all of a sudden, she told him to go outside and get cleaned. He did as she requested. He began to clean himself using a harsh, primitive type of soap. There was still one problem, he thought, and the soap made him smell just as bad.

So, after he cleaned himself, he walked out into the field, into the wild roses growing there and took some rose petals and rubbed them on himself. He hoped she liked it.

When he walked back into the cave, she smelled the roses on him and gave him a big kiss... You smell like youve never had before she said. And then hinted that they should go back to the fur they used for a bed....

Oh, wait. Scratch that. Thats for a different type of story on another day.