Seriously, I love it. Our clothes, towels, and sheets are just as soft as ever and don't smell overly perfumed. They don't really smell at all, except fresh. In fact when I gave Sara a hug tonight (or, maybe more accurately, when she put me in a headlock so I couldn't leave her room) I took a double-whiff. Her jammies just smelled... sweet. Clean. Lovely.
Tonight I did a little spot cleaning on one of Sara's new thrifted dresses. (Yes, I'll say it: Goodwill rocks when you're trying to dress a four year old fashionista.) Fels-Naptha to the rescue! This handy little bar of soap, along with Rob's special brew of hydrogen peroxide and baking soda for tricky stain removal*, rounds out our laundry room arsenal. I feel so... old school. : )
Speaking of soap, I've done some reading up on soap-making as well. I see vats of oils, lye, and frangrance in my future!
I am a convert. Now if I can just find a great, inexpensive way to make dish soap...
*Around here, Papa is also known as the Stainmaster... stains don't stand a chance if Rob's on the scene!
2 comments:
Love the idea. Where do you get your supplies? Katie has been using lye soap for over a year now for her skin, and she loves it!
I learned about how to make soap from visiting Billy Penn's house, back when I was a boy scout.
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