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  • The problem with soap making

    There are a lot of problems with taking up soap making as a hobby.

    First: So many soaps. So little time.

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    Lemon soap – pre gel phase. It went an interesting translucent green colour after gelling.

    [Gelling is when a soap heats up through the magic of science. The process of saponification speeds up, changing the oil water emulsion into soap a little faster. You can avoid gel and many soapmakers do, but it takes longer for your oils to saponify and let’s face it, I’m impatient.]

    The thing with gelling, is it can make a previously pretty soap an ugly colour for a bit.

    Like this, which is the yellow soap post-gel:

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    Luckily I have a soap I made previously which was this same colour, but since curing has gone yellow again.

    SCIENCE.

    Also, water evaporation.

    This one is my favourite to handle and smell at the moment. It’s a honey chai soap, coloured with red oxide.

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    The other problem with soaps is finding somewhere to cure them all. They’re in Evelyn’s bedroom at the moment, because she has the in-built cupboards.

    This means that mostly Eve’s room smells awesome. But at the moment, the current curing smells of lemon mixed with apple mint are a bit headache inducing.

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    The apple mint soap smells amazing, but it’s also really strong because it’s so new. In another week, it should have mellowed a little. In the meantime, I’m keeping her door closed.

    She however, adores the smells. Requesting to smell all the soaps every day and sighing happily. Clearly she’s not really my baby and hasn’t inherited my sensitivity to smell.

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    The final problem with soap making is it’s actually a bit of an expensive hobby. Between moulds (I’m using a lunchbox, and since I went to the hardware store yesterday, a length of PVC pipe cut in thirds, but I lust over a custom built wooden loaf mould), and fragrances, and colourings, and additives, it all adds up.

    Thankfully, there’s a large cross over between ceramic ingredients and soap making supplies, so I’ve managed to just raid Mum’s studio a few times for added colours. Thanks Mum.

    But seriously, it can be expensive. Especially in the beginning where you can’t sell anything yet because you don’t know how your recipes will hold up with regular use.

    Also, there’s a fair amount of governmental red tape to jump through if and when I decide I do want to sell soaps. I have to register with NICNAS as a chemical manufacturer, which is technically correct, but makes it sound like I’m cooking up meth in my bathroom, not soaps. As well as product liability insurance.

    It’s a fun hobby though, and I’m thoroughly enjoying myself.

    I made a red and yellow swirled soap today which I am praying both works (it should totally work) and comes out of it’s mould (first use of the PVC pipe and I’m TERRIFIED). No photos yet, it’s been put to bed to insulate until tomorrow.

    But fingers crossed, right?

    Also, how adorable is that photo of Nat and the two younger kids?

  • Does solar save you money?

    I’m asking here. We got solar just before summer and so far, while it’s made a bit of a difference, it’s not a huge difference.

    Firstly, we bought our solar panels on a payment plan. This was probably our first big mistake, but not having a large sum of money tucked away, it was our only option. With the maths we were provided, it all looked amazing on paper. (It always does, right?) What we were repaying each fortnight was equal to what we’d been spending on Pay As You Go power, so we weren’t going to be any worse off.

    Our first power bill after having the panels installed therefore, was a bit of a shock. We’d expected a small bill, but $300 for 50 days?

    I think my jaw fell open and stayed there for days.

    We enquired some more. Why weren’t we covering as much power as we thought we would? What was going on?

    Had we made a giant mistake?

    Read the rest at Money Circle.

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  • This baby ate strawberries. You’ll never believe what happened next.

    YOU GUYS. The upworthy headlines drive me crazy. So crazy of course I had to use one, because IRONY. Or something.

    (This isn’t ironic, it’s just annoying.)

    Yesterday was supermarket day and Coles had strawberries on special. When we got home, I shared the strawberries with Evelyn and YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT.

    Oh wait, yes you will. Because of course she’s allergic to strawberries suddenly.

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    I put her to bed shortly after these photos. 45 minutes later she was awake, screaming, with a sore tummy and a even splotchier face. No breathing problems or swelling though, so thank god for small mercies.

    After panadol, cuddles and lots of love, she let me put some soothing cream on the angriest of the red bits.

    Strawberry allergy. Grumble grumble grumble.

    She had a bad night and today seems like her tummy is still causing a bit of pain, but the redness has eased, leaving behind a big eczema flare up.

    On the upside, strawberries are much easier to avoid than peanuts or eggs.

    And she’ll probably grow out of it.

    And it’s not that big a deal in the scheme of things.

  • On not paying writers (again)

    Around the time Evelyn was born, I began turning down PR requests left right and centre. I’m sure I burned a lot of bridges, and all I did was politely ask to be paid for my time.

    Amazing how the PR requests dropped off after that.

    But they didn’t stop entirely, and each time I politely ask to be paid, I am politely told in return “We don’t have a budget” or “We don’t pay for comment.”

    People, you’re paying me for my time. For the time I take out of my life to write about your product. For the time I spend ignoring other things in order to focus on YOU and your product.

    Now, let’s be clear – I’m not talking about the work I did for The Shake, which was unpaid, and enjoyable. This is because I KNOW The Shake didn’t have a budget to pay me. There was no one person sitting at the top of the pile making money from our work and refusing to pay.

    But other publications, other companies, they’re different.

    When a large multi-national company tries to tell you they don’t have a budget to pay you, you’re left laughing maniacally in the corner. Because REALLY? REALLY?

    Bullshit.

    There’s money somewhere, but it sure as hell isn’t being spent on the bloggers doing actual work for you. Which is crap, frankly.

    In any case, I wrote about this for Money Circle this week, and it is something which makes me a bit ranty. You wouldn’t refuse to pay your plumber, or your electrician, so why refuse to pay your writers?

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  • Get off my bloody lawn. (Still alive)

    I don’t even know what I’m doing lately. Not on the Internet in any case. I read through the latest dramas, the fitspirations, the omgamazeballs sponsored crap and you know what? I’m just bored. It’s all the same. It’s all been done before and my eyes are jaded.

    I’m tired, you guys. The Internet was my happy place for so long and now I feel like I’m too busy to sink in deep and let it envelope me properly. I dart between soap making forums, facebook, twitter, the blog and click away, run away.

    Eve clings to my legs and I can’t type when she’s awake and I’m too busy when she’s asleep. I want to tell stories, but taking the children out of the blog – they’re getting too old, the bigger two at least – means I’m left only telling my stories and I feel like I’ve said everything in triplicate already.

    Jaded. Tired. Mostly annoyed at the shiny new things playing on my goddamned Internet lawn.

    (It’s all been done before)

    (Even this)

    I’m not leaving, no. Maybe changing direction. Working out where I want to go with this space.

    I’m really enjoying the making things from scratch, but oh, it’s so much more work than pre-packaged things. I feel like I spend all day washing dishes, preparing food, washing dishes, making soap, washing dishes, feeding children, washing dishes. It’s perpetual chaos and don’t get me wrong, it’s the very best kind, but my spoons are limited and sometimes you can’t have them.

    This isn’t much more than a whinge, a whine, a giant complain out into the ether.

    But it’s also a heads up, that this space is metamorphosing (again), into something new.

    I need to get my head back together, write more, play more, experiment more.

    And maybe this means I’ll write about making soap from a newbie’s perspective for a bit.

    I definitely want to do a year of making things from scratch, but I need to plot and plan this out. I also need to juggle the time I spend here, with time I could be spending writing articles to pitch elsewhere (Hey, did I tell you: Essential Kids published an article of mine?) which will actually pay my bills.

    In summary, I’m tired, and this space is changing.

    But tis all good.