I'm still obsessed with making hot process soap. I am determined to get it right.
After watching a million You Tube videos, I gave it another try. In spite of blending the daylights out of all the luscious oils and butters and giving them a longer, slower cook time, I got a crumbly mess once again. It looks like dried out Playdoh, doesn't it? Phooey.
Crumbly sure, but sticky insides. Go figure. The bars feel like they will take forever to cure. In the category of "what was I thinking" I added white colorant making it harder to check for undissolved lye pockets. Argh...
On a positive note, the green mica hanger swirl turned out better than I expected in the gloppy mess as did the herbal fragrance. Two out of three isn't bad.
On another soap making binge later last week, I made two swirled cold processed soaps and another hot process with some cinnamon pencil lines. The drying rack is full at the moment. Until I get some of the cured ones moved off and put into use, I need to slow down. You can only use so much soap.
That's all that's left of the warp on the back of the loom.
The towels have been finished and cut off.
They've been zig zagged and cut apart,
They've been hemmed. I loved using sewing thread as the hem weft. I'll be doing that again.
Now they need to go in the wash.
Ta dah....the final mug shot before they get put into use. The poor things are in for a hard life in my kitchen. So far their handwoven siblings are hanging in there just fine. They do seem to get better with age. Don't we all?
For the past four years I have drug this project out of the closet during the TdF.
It started with a giant Cormo fleece I bought at the MDSW. I washed it by pinning the locks in a bag and pouring the soapy water over them like so many do but the locks were still too greasy to spin easily. That's why this project never got finished. It's no fun.
I decided to give the locks another wash to see if it could be done. This time I'm using Margaret Stove's Merino washing method of dip and scrub. I dyed them with Paas Easter egg dye and not a bit bled out. That's some good stuff. I need to use it more.
While I was at it, I dug through an old Merino fleece and picked some locks to dip dye just for fun.
It is so muggy outside nothing will dry so they are camped out in the kitchen. I'll do a handful a day until The Mister starts to complain.
Over the years I have gathered quite a bit of these Cormo singles but still have no idea what will become of them. Maybe this year's Tour will be the one with the answers.