Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

No blog, soap!

There's a line in one of Douglas Adams' books about the number of baths useful in one day. I've given this a lot of thought and experimentation over the years. Most of the experimenting came when I was a teenager, to the chagrin of my father, who had to pay the water and electric bills. He really didn't see why I needed a shower when I got up; a shower following any task which might have caused any part of my body to come into contact with anything remotely dirty, dusty, sandy, greasy, or sticky; and a shower before going out for the evening.

I outgrew the need for constant showers, but I picked up a habit of evening baths. It’s a relaxation thing, and if I could figure out how to keep the water hot all night, I’d probably sleep in the tub.

I go through a lot of soap, and one of my indulgences is good soap. It started innocently enough at a cutesy little gift shop in rural North Carolina when I bought some homemade soaps because they looked pretty and smelled nice, and the lady in the shop was so friendly I felt compelled to make a purchase.
I got hooked, now there’s no going back the giant Irish Spring packs from Costco.

I’m excited today, because when I got home from work, my soap from Rurality had arrived. (Ok, technically the soap is from Natural Impulse.) Victor pointed me toward Rurality last year because she had pictures of some ducks, or a heron, or some other bird I like. Or perhaps it was a snake. Turns out she often posts cool pictures of animals, bugs, flowers, fungus, or neat things around her Alabama yard, plus she's very funny.

I have a hunch I'll like her soap as much as I like her blog. If you need me for anything, don't call...I'll be in the tub.