The launch has been a roaring success

by Veronica on September 14, 2014

in Soapmaking

I opened the soap website on Friday morning, and announced that we were live for sales shortly after. I wasn’t quite prepared for how well we were going to do.

I know, it sounds odd to admit it, but I was honestly hoping we would sell a little soap, get a little social media support and go on with our lives.

I did not expect to begin selling out of some products within 24 hours, or that I would suddenly be counting how many bars of soap I had curing and wondering if it was enough.

So THANK YOU. Thank you for making the first two days of our business opening a roaring success. Thank you for buying soap, sharing our links, tweeting at me, telling your friends. Thank you all so very very much.

We’d warned our local post office we were opening an online business and that we’d have lots of parcels. She looked at us a bit strangely, but didn’t say much.

Now we have lots of parcels and Monday morning we’re going to be descending on her tiny country post office with armfuls of things to send. (EXCITE)

She only has a manual scale however, so Nathan isn’t looking forward to it. I’ve told him to buy the newspaper and sit outside with a coffee while she weighs everything.


Maybe we can convince her to buy electronic scales.


I’m frantically making more soap to keep up with demand, so if there’s something you were interested in and you don’t see it in my shop, email me and I’ll let you know when it will be in stock.

And finally, look at these soaps I cut this morning!

This one, Coffee Break, went thicker faster than I expected and I worried it was going to be terribly ugly inside. Big relief to discover it’s quite pretty. It will continue to darken over the next few days until it’s a chocolate colour.


And this soap was a new fragrance and I am in love. It’s Cashmere and it’s a knock off of a perfume? Or something? It’s delicious anyway.  I have to keep picking it up and smelling it.


Also, in case you didn’t know, if you buy soap between now and September 19, you go into the draw to win an amazing prize pack.

So go forth! Buy soap!



And the business is live!

by Veronica on September 12, 2014

in Sending You Elsewhere,Soapmaking


It’s finally here! The shop is open and launched and I am so very excited.

Head on over and buy some soap!


As a bonus, everyone who buys soap in the next two weeks gets entered into the draw to win an amazing gift pack:

Gift Basket


Chilli Lime Chocolate Block
Salted Caramel Chocolate
Torched Macadamia Chocolate
Dark Chocolate Fudge
Mocha Fudge
Apricot Almond Fudge
After Dinner Mint Fudge
Raspberry Fudge

Lily and Ginger Candles – Coffee Date
Lily and Ginger Candles – Almost Spring
Lily and Ginger Candles – Black Forest
Lily and Ginger Candles – Fondue for Two

Exfoliating Foot Soap
Orange Blossom and Calendula Soap
Lemon Meringue Pie Soap
Cardamom Teakwood Soap
Roses all the way Soap
Woods and Bitter Coffee Soap
Skin Lover Soap
Shea Butter Soap
Chocolate Lip Balm
Vanilla Lip Balm
Strawberry Lip Gloss

RRP $140

Thank you so much to Lily and Ginger Candles, and The Fudge A’Fare for being involved and supporting our launch!


Evelyn spent the weekend in hospital with another virus. She’s getting better now, thankfully, but it threw a large spanner in the middle of my Oh God We’ve Only Got A Few Days Until Our Shop Opens panic. There’s nothing like a toddler with breathing difficulties to make you throw all your to-do lists out the window.

She’s recovering now, thankfully. Hopefully she can avoid more viruses and more hospital stays for a while.

The business launches on Friday and we are, of course, chaotically busy. There’s soap to photograph, packaging to do, labels to print and cut and an entire shop website to fill with products. It’s a lot of fun.

Packing Soap

Lemon Blush

Cucumber Melon

I’ve got a lot of soap to pack.

In the middle of all this, Amy turned EIGHT.

I’m not quite sure where all the years have gone, but there you go. She’s eight and amazing. If I was a proper sort of mummyblogger, I would have written an entire post dedicated to my first born, complete with pictures. Instead I’m just kind of lazy about it. And busy.

Needless to say, she had a great day.


Someone hold me.


Recently I saw a callout for writers to come forward and express interest in doing some sponsored work on a variety of topics. One of those topics was disability, so I put my hand up.

Skimming through the comments briefly, I saw a number of support workers put their hands up to talk about disability as well and I immediately got shitty.

The thing is, unless you have a disability, or possibly are the parent of a severely disabled kid, you need to shut up. You aren’t the minority group being spoken about. Your job is merely to shut up and listen.

In the wake of the Federal changes to how the disability pension was going to be funded for young people, it seemed everyone had an opinion and they were willing to shout it from the rooftops.

Social workers came forward. Disability support workers. Centrelink workers. That nosy old gossip at the post office. EVERYONE had an opinion.

“I work with these people and really, this makes it so much harder for them.”

“I see these people every day and blah blech blah.”

“There are thousands of these people routing the system and it needs to stop!”

These people.

These people.

I am one of these people and it offends me when people who don’t know what disability is like decide to speak on my behalf. I have a voice and I can use it for myself, thanks.

It took a long time to come to terms with my disability. The knowledge that slowly my body will start to fail me more and more often is a bitter pill to swallow some days, but I’m one of the lucky ones – I get to put things in place now in order to make my life in five years easier. I have a degenerative condition, I know about it, and I have accepted that.

I am also the parent of disabled children. I know how hard it is sometimes to step back and let my children speak for themselves – but I am also living in a body very similar to theirs, so I can advocate from the first person perspective of knowing exactly what helps and what doesn’t. And when their experience is different to mine, I shut up and listen to them.

It’s the same across the board. We need to let people advocate for themselves and stop trying to shout over the top of them because for whatever reason, we believe we know better.

Here’s the thing: I am disabled. Not stupid. My joints don’t work, but my brain does.

Disability is a complex and nuanced thing. There are as many different experiences as there are diagnoses and so it’s important that we listen to the people who know what they’re talking about. As much as that social worker believes she understands how disabled people live, work, and think, unless she also has a disability, she can’t explain from anything except a second hand perspective. And as long as I can talk, I firmly FIRMLY believe that I get to talk for myself.

Activism is hard work and it often leaves me curled up in an exhausted ball resembling nothing so much as a soggy cardboard box. But eventually I have to stand up and point out that I am disabled and you don’t get to speak for me unless you are disabled too.

We have strong amazing voices in our disabled community. It’s important that everyone else shuts up and lets the people who know what they’re on about speak.



Soap, Spring and Sunshine

by Veronica on August 19, 2014

in Evelyn,Life,Soapmaking

A month on Cymbalta (give or take a few days) (take, mostly) and things are slowly evening out. My pain is back under control, I’m no longer feeling quite so scatty and distractable and if my jaw is dislocating a hundred times overnight, well at least it isn’t aching all day as well.

Spring is sprunging here. My fruit trees are trying desperately to squeeze out some early blossoms and the sight of the swelling buds brings me so much joy. The nights are icy and there is frost on the ground in the morning, but the days are long and sunny and there is a patch of sunlight in my bedroom I can spend hours lying in like a contented cat if I need to.

It makes the bitterness of death a slightly easier pill to swallow. Nathan’s grandmother died last week and he will miss her. She was lovely and we named Evelyn for her and my grandmothers together, which soothes the ache of missing them a little. Their names will live on, even as they don’t.

Yesterday was full of sunshine. Nathan spent the day grumbling about the dirt against the side of the house as he pulled weeds and discovered exactly where the wood boring grubs are causing issues. He excavated an old hole into the foundations of the house and we shoved the cats down there to hunt mice and chase each other.

Evelyn happily followed him around the yard, throwing weeds into the wheelbarrow until she got bored, pulled her gumboots off, sat in a pile of freshly turned dirt and began digging. By the time we were ready to come inside she was covered in mud, but it was okay, because she had successfully completed her quest to fill her boots up to the very top with dirt. I admire her ability to stick to a task as the cats ran over her, the dog nearly sat on her and the dirt she was sitting on got progressively damper.

A long warm bath and she was clean again, with a bonus lot of fingernail cutting thrown in.

Winter hasn’t been cold exactly, but it’s been dull and weird, probably contributing to my dull and weird mood. More vitamin D is in the works, along with an iron supplement, because I always seem to forget I need to supplement with iron when I get too exhausted to eat well.

The soap business launches in a little over three weeks and I am so excited. My shelves are full of soap ready to sell, and my other shelves (and the other shelves, and basically the entire house) is covered in soap still curing, packaging, label tests and various lists of things I need to do.

It’s excellent and exciting and I am so grateful to you, my dearest Internets, for supporting me and making the process of setting up a business so much fun.

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