I made soap the other day using PVC pipe as moulding.
It will be FINE I thought. I’ll grease them well. What could go wrong? I’ve done it before. NO DRAMAS.
So, there I was, two pipes filled with soap, cooled and hardened enough to handle.
I tapped them on the sink. Nothing. I shook them. Nope. I pushed my palm up against the bit I could reach. Not going to happen.
Whose idea was it to buy pipe my fist can’t fit in? Tell me that.
(It was mine)
So I put the pipes in the freezer for a few hours. This is not going to be a problem. I thought. Freeze for two hours, hot water on the outside of the pipe, little push, voila!
Two hours later, I was at the sink running hot water over the pipe, trying deperately to keep hold of everything while my gloves got slicker and slicker. Using a shampoo bottle (DON’T JUDGE ME) I got the soap moving. Like a giant push pop, up it came. But slowly, so slowly. And it was hard work.
Now, yes. I should have stopped right there, left everything alone for another 24 hours. But I am impatient, and I pick at things and poke at them until everything explodes.
So I kept pushing.
This is where the problem arose. With the soap three quarters emerged from the pipe and still determined to stick, I ran out of leverage. My shampoo bottle was not long enough to push the entire thing out.
Nathan came into the bathroom as I was considering my options.
“Would you like some help?”
Only twenty minutes ago HONEY, I growled inside my head.
And that’s when it happened.
Nathan, taking a firm grasp of the pipe held it out to me. Soap, like a giant tentacle emerging from the end.
My gloves were slick as I pulled the soap cylinder. And over and over my hands slipped, until I found an excellent rhythm, reminiscent of masturbating a giant zucchini.
Thirty seconds later, and with a slight pop, my soap emerged, looking hardly the worse for wear.
I smoothed the edges, white lather foaming around my gloves.
Nathan couldn’t help it.
He laughed and laughed and laughed.
And that’s when I realised I needed a better way to remove soap from pvc piping.
If you’re keeping track, I had soap in 2 moulds, and have successfully managed to remove the soap from 1 mould. Using the power of mathematics I can prove to you this equals one soap mould still full and steadfastly refusing to give up its treasure.
Whose idea was this?