It has been a disagreeable, scratchy couple of days. Work in the soap mines has come to a standstill, and there are wolves on the lists baying for my blood. People, especially stupid, arrogant, self-important people, are arseholes.
It is under pressure like this that new soap is born. People often ask where our soap names come from, and it is not always easy to say. Some soaps, particularly those made with a purpose in mind, seem to take on a personality all of their own. Two Finger Soap is one such soap.
Take juniper, sage, cayenne, iron oxide and salt. Mix up lye, boil your oils and throw the herbs into the brew. Stir widdershins and focus, focus, focus.
(If those herbs don't speak to you, check out Scott on page 217, and you will see what I mean.)
It is important to have a creative outlet. It is great that I can take my frustration and turn it into soap. Particularly if I can make soap that washes off people, as it washes off the dirt.
