I was not at my best on Saturday. An aggravating Friday and a restless night obsessing about it had left me tired and grumpy. I should know better than to try to make soap while in such a foul mood.
My plan was to make a double batch of sheep's milk, oats, and honey soap. I created what can only be described as devil soap. And the process of making it was horrible, too. The honey wouldn't dissolve properly in the lye solution, I had a caustic splash (thank goodness for eye protection), and the soap didn't want to trace. In the end, I had this:
The soap was filled with pockets of caustic honey and promptly binned.
Fast forward to Sunday which was a much nicer day. My mood had lifted and I made three blissfully uneventful soaps:
After this experience I'm totally convinced one's moods go directly into one's work. I hereby pledge never to soap while grumpy again.