I did something that I haven't done in a long, long time. I completely messed up a batch of soap that I carefully and beautifully scented with a fougere accord. My gram weight scale bit the dust just around Christmastime and I hadn't gotten around to replacing it yet, using a smaller scale borrowed from the neighbor to make soap, that is until I decided to wing it the other day without a working scale in the house. Back in the good old days when I was teaching myself soap making, I used to measure everything out in measuring cups-- the lye, the oil, the water, the additives-- everything. Crap shoot soap was created in that manner. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. When I decided to employ a scale and weigh everything in grams, all that changed. Best soap ever! This latest disaster, though hard and crumbly and so lye heavy it burned the eyes to be around, smelled heavenly! I rebatched and fussed over it for two days before tossing it into the trash can. I know, I could have used it in laundry or liquified it into an all-purpose cleaner, but I was mad. I poked and prodded and fussed and babied it for 48 hours and it didn't respond to all the love I was sending it. Instead it chose to lie there like a snotty green Jello shot, smelling beautiful but looking oh so slimy and bespeckled, so I-- well, I told you already-- I trashed it! No regrets.
I have to come up with something prosperous or prosperity inspiring and I'm not feeling particularly prosperous at the moment. I feel like I'm treading stagnant waters.
"Stagnant Waters, the essence of going no where with mud between your toes, " by Hoobygut. Sold at all major gas stations. And nightclub bathrooms.