Do you remember how I mentioned that I would like to learn how to make soap, like make it from the beginning like our great-grandmothers used to? Guess what? I'm going to make soap this week! Not exactly the same way our ancestors managed it by making lye out of wood ash...I'm going to conveniently skip that step and use food grade lye for more consistent results.
But the point is that I'm on my way! My head has been in books and immersed in online discussion forums, trying to decide what to do first, how to create my own formulation, and where to gather all the supplies. So if you've wondered where I've been, that's where. Off, busy, metamorphosing myself into a soap-maker. Hopefully I'll emerge from my chrysallis soon, a full-fledged-and-winged soaper.
Until then, I found these funny pictures of one of our favorite toys. My mother brought the children this little wooden paddle back when we had our chickens. We all thought it was so clever to swing the pendulum and make the chickens all peck their food.
We loved our chickens! We miss our chickens still! This toy made it through our stringent eliminations and came to Portland with us. Such a fun and cute one that just never gets old.
It's not a toy you play with for hours, mind you. But everytime you pull it out, you marvel at how great it is.
Wherever did my mom find this?
I miss my chickens!