First. I was sick. It was miserable. At least the Pacific Northwest has not figured out it is summer yet so I didn't really miss out on anything.
The most exciting thing that happened to me on my hiatus was that I learned to make cold processed soap. My very own from scratch soap that if I don't make safely could burn my flesh off. It was fun! Hey, a little flesh burning threat never slowed this girl down. The soap I learned to make is lye (the flesh burning stuff), olive oil, palm oil, and coconut oil. That is it. Talk about natural! I also added a little dill weed to make it look pretty (promise, no pickle scent) and my scent of choice. I put together my own blend of lilac and hinoki wood. One of my fellow classmates described the scent as romantic and I think that is pretty fair description. Here is my first baby:
My batch is now sitting on a shelf in the basement properly aging. Yep, just like a fine wine, a fine soap must age. Luckily I only have to wait for 20 days as opposed to the years necessary for a wine. Or so I have been told. It doesn't usually last that long around here.
I have also been working my little (well maybe not quite so little) butt off. Our work is sponsoring a Biggest Loser competition at one of the local gyms just for employees. We have workout assignments each week to get entered into a drawing and I am doing my best to get all my points in. One week under my belt and I am having fun. It helps to have buddies!