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[starsoapery-blog]

'Peppermint Bark' Soap Recipe BASE Castor Oil............................01.63 oz Coconut Oil.........................09.78 oz Olive Oil..............................13.04 oz Palm Oil...............................06.52 oz Sweet Almond Oil................01.63 oz Lye.......................................04.63 oz Water...................................10.76 oz

Titanium Dioxide.........................6 Tsp Brown Oxide Pigment.................1/4 Tsp

Peppermint Essential Oil....................1.80 oz Dark Rich Chocolate Fragrance Oil....0.60 oz

Red and White Star Sprinkles Red Sugar Sprinkles

DIRECTIONS In a large bowl, measure out oils one by one and melt in the microwave, mix well and set aside to cool.

Measure out water and lye in separate containers and add lye into water, stirring slowly until all visible chunks are dissolved. Set aside to cool.

Measure out Pigments and FO and EO into separate containers, Make a slurry out of the titanium dioxide and sweet almond oil and BO and sweet almond oil, set everything aside.

When both lye water solution and oil solution are room temperature (90-75 degrees), slowly mix lye water into oils and stir with stick blender. Turn stick blender on and blend until light trace.

Pour 1/4 batter into a smaller container and color with pre-measured out Brown Oxide Pigment. Pour in Dark Rich Chocolate FO and mix by hand. Pour thin even layers evenly between all 12 compartments of the molds. Set aside to firm up a bit.

Mix Titanium Dioxide into remainder of the batter, gently stir in Peppermint EO by hand. Carefully pour into molds over chocolate layer. Top with red star, white star and red sugar sprinkles. Cover with a paper towel.

THE NEXT DAY Carefully un-mold all 12 bars , set in a safe spot to cure for at least 4 weeks.

[britthayessoap]

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[m3artisansoapery]

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[coldpressedmemories]

The Discovery Quest has begun.

The mission: To discover a new evolution of self in relation to you, to discover a new evolution of the moment, to discover a more powerful evolution as an artist, as I am fueled by an unstoppable force that I feel wants to unite us.

THE MARKINGS OF A FINANCIALLY WELL-OFF ANIMAL

Fragments. Of memories. “Start anywhere. Start from where you are.” There’s so much trapped inside me, so many stories. Happening so fast. I will attempt to include them all, in time. This quest is about the movement and release, release through movement, of these stories that I’ve been keeping inside for quite some time. Please bear with me while I release some pressure.

There’s a beat in my ears. I’m wearing a pair of wireless rechargeable Bluetooth earbuds that make me look like I’m a cyborg and/or a capitalist. Or something like that. I found them lying on a stone wall at Washington University, as I was walking back to my friend Russ’s car after joining in a drum circle on the insulated quad where we acted like we were students, when none of us were.

“Nice ground score!” Shivananda said (If some of the names have been changed, they have only changed in real life, before I knew these characters, these entities, these avatars).

Not many are able to tell by looking at me when I have these markings of a financially well-off animal, that I am an aspiring freegan who is infusing my brainosphere with psychedelic instrumentation for free from the Interweb, tuned to healing frequencies known to the ancients for their powers of attunement.

There are typically no dates on what I write, because I am playing catch-up to the current events of my life.

The quest has begun. Each event is a beginning. I thought the quest was all about being on the road, and that is still the intention; though, I’m finding again and again, the quest has already begun. Hopefully this will become clearer as time rolls on and I unveil more stories, some of which are in now’s past and some of which are in now’s future (again, I have little concern for dates, although in the future, the goal is to publish as close to real-time as possible, accounting for times where there will be no phone service in forests and the like--I’ll be documenting off-line in journals with pens and pencils, a typewriter, paint, audio and video, and perhaps other forms of media I have yet to discover).

I’ll be documenting as much as I possibly can, in every possible way. For anyone who cares to peer into this little life of mine. It’s thrilling (albeit exhausting) to be me, regardless, and if nothing else, I enjoy having this space to know that my stories, art and other documentation are organized and available to me wherever I go, no matter how “crazy” this process becomes.

Pondering and side-winding on tangents, I spiral serpentine reflections of this cosmos my billions of years of wavicles have formed to inhabit at this point in time-space.

THE GOLD IN LIFE

“It’s not what’s wrong with you,” Mountain used to say to me, “it’s what’s right with you.” Mountain was an elder who fled the superficiality of his billionaire upbringing in order to espouse his East Coast shaman grandfather’s principles. “I am 14 billion years of particles in the making,” is how he would introduce himself to people he would meet on the streets and in grocery stores, and he made a point to lock people into whatever he would tell them with his icy blue eyes. He would talk to you like he was sent to tell you a message that you could never forget. Like it was his last day on this planet.

He used to love it when I read to him, from my own works and from others. He would hang onto every word. I would bring a book or two and my personal journal with a point to read to him while he drove the truck on the way to the gym or to go out for food. “You are the gold in life,” he would say to me, so that I would not forget. “I just love who you are,” he would say.

I have had the truest companions one can hope for, and then our times together come to a close, without tears or worry. I do not miss them, for my trust in the flow allows our return to be a welcomed surprise, not an expectation. Mountain is one whom I will remember always, and it is okay if we never see each other again (though I have a feeling that somehow, some day, we will). I was called back to live in St. Louis, to be a means of emotional support for my mom, my younger sister, and her daughter (my niece) who was just about to turn three.                                           

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GONZ

I met Gonz (a.k.a. Quest) through a poet-shaman named Ashara who was the answer to a Craigslist ride-share I needed on my journey from Olympia back to my home in Portland on the West Coast. Gonz introduced me to his namesake, Gonzo journalism and Hunter S. He ran a podcast for his Crowded Couch Collective out of his home-town in Michigan. We began a correspondence over the Interweb for around 3 years while I was in St. Louis. We shared the sounds of our voices and music, our deepest thoughts and feelings, poetry we made for each other, spontaneously, all of our truest art and experiences.

As soon as we realized our relativity, we began to set our hearts on questing together.

THE QUEST FOR HOME

I had planned on getting a van which would be a spaceship home, that would assist us in transcending the limits that have been imposed on us by those who control property and make rules that bind us against our understanding of natural law and the level of empathy needed now. Our art seeks to heal ourselves and each other as part of a same whole, to share unconditional love that unites us while exposing the misconceptions and hurt that have damaged and continue to damage our world.

I had been setting my intention on making a van my home almost immediately after arriving in St. Louis. I liked the idea of living “close to the bone,” as Thoreau vouched for; I resonated with the Bohemians, the Beats, the Minimalists. I resonated with turtles and snails. I would see and find them all the time. As you know, they are always home, and so they take their time. Never any hurry to get anywhere. I was always the slowest person I knew, growing up, and while others saw this as a flaw that didn’t fit with the American work ethic, I knew it was a great gift, because it made me step back and see the beauty in the minutia that others wanted to dismiss; this gift made me appreciate a different path that makes me happy and happily different. It frees me from being conventional and arrogant in my approach to life. It has convinced me to not place importance on the things that stress people out. It gives me a useful perspective to bring to the table.

To honor this gift that allows me also to calmly stay centered and focused on what’s before me, I got a snail shell tattooed on my inner left wrist. It’s also the Fibonacci sequence, which seems to be the pattern of creation in nature (the snail reflects this pattern). I consciously began manifesting my simple home on wheels with vision boards, meditations, and the like. I even joined a 90-day transformation course where I set this as a goal and had accountability of my peers and a life coach.

KEEP TO THE CENTER

I attracted three vans. Each with a successively declined price-tag. The first was a white one from a lovely bohemian artist named A.S., a friendship that began with a poem that I made for her on our first encounter. She e-mailed me back and we quickly became beloved to each other through e-letter correspondence. “Keep to the center, and it’ll keep you. Promise,” she told me. Since then we’ve had gorgeous moments sipping tea from ancient porcelain tea cups, feeding our hearts and souls under the trees in the orange light of the setting sun. When A.S. knew I had set my sights on living in a van, she showed me a picture of what she was traveling in. Nothing typically excites me, yet this did. It looked just like I had imagined mine would be! All wood interior, a bookcase, a meditative oasis! Originally we had plans to travel together. That was before I met Gonz.

Then, at the Cherokee Arts Neighborhood Community Thanksgiving Day Feast at the Bomb Door, A.S. told me she wanted me to have her bohemian travel home for $800. I had also set the expectation for myself and promise to my dear fellow mystic artist that I would have made a book from our corresponding e-letters as part of our exchange and before my departure from this city we both decided to inhabit for awhile.That set me to working and saving money, and with that came a lot of procrastination and impulsive spending, as well. A.S. was like a fairy that I could only find when my heart was centered, when I was not trying to track her down. She was a busy little bird flying from one city to another, and at the time when I had the money to give her for the van, she was not around. And I believe that’s because I had not followed through on making the book. I did not want to throw it together. I was committed to hand-producing it. The idea was to transform something archived digitally into a work of hand-made art. I still intend on making this; it’s just that, as you may relate, things don’t really happen when or in the precise way we think they ought.

GLORIA

As the time was approaching (I thought) for me to quest, I was offered a different van for $500, out of left field. I had really hoped that I would be getting the van from A.S., though I knew it was right when I was told, “We call her Gloria.” Glorious had been my word, and it contained my name, Or, which means “light” in Hebrew, and also denotes gold and a teacher (things I’ve found out after receiving the name, a story I’ll tell at a later time).

Gloria was a nice test-run. She was an opportunity for me to get a feel for what it’s like to own a van and a taste of having a space that’s entirely my own. She was an opportunity to summon the force from within myself to become more dexterous. She was an opportunity for meditation on what it means to “put on the brakes”. She was an opportunity for me to bond with a father figure through learning together how to change the drum brakes (Thanks, Russ).

I made a cozy little room in Gloria. My art studio. My desk I’ve had since I was five fits perfectly where I took a seat out. I have a work of art on a chest of drawers that was the first and only piece of furniture I ever paid money for, from my spry artist friend Jenni Starshine.

The same day Russ and I changed the brakes happened to be First Friday in Jacksonville, IL, home of Nicole Riley and the Soap Company. So we decided we’d test-drive the 100 miles. Well, 50 miles out, the entire van clunked to the passenger side where Russ was riding. I kept my cool and remembered to keep to the center as usual. I actually live for these adrenaline-rush kind of moments that could be tragic, though I use my power to stay focused and centered so that the outcome is the best it can possibly be.

And so it was. What we felt was the thrilling impact of change. Gloria lost the wheel down to the axle. The brakes went out (not the ones we had changed; the brake line was torn, and it’s a closed system). The bare hot metal was caked with a clod of grassy earth that Gloria had dug up with her, letting it pass through her fingers to save us. There was a fresh white line that Gloria had scrawled into the gray asphalt that disappeared around the quarter-mile bend. The wheel and all its parts were nowhere to be seen. Six hours we spent on the side of the road. A man named Lou, who said he was a minister at his church, came out and was delighted to help us. He said we were not the first to break down outside his house. He gave me the l.e.d. torch to hold and shine, which felt aptly empowering. Phone service was barely existent. Lou was happy to give us a ride into town so that we could make some calls. With the help of Russ, Lou and Miss Riley, Gloria now rests on Church Road in J-ville, recovering in a cozy and safe place as she awaits reconstructive surgery, now post-poned until after my travels.

A MAN WITH A PLAN (AND NO VAN)

I was offered a third van, a blue one, for $300. This was the last one before realizing that I’m going to be back-packing on this quest, and that my real freedom and home is my own body and self. I really felt this would be the one. It lives in a town called Jackson, MO, which I took as a sign since Gloria lives in Jacksonville, IL, and they are both 100 miles away in opposite directions. Well, after several e-mails, and hanging without any further response, I will not have my own van home for this quest.

The date is approaching. Three days from now I am on my way to Michigan to share my art and experiences with resonating humans at Feral Fest, and to meet Gonz for the first time in person. I am to be in Oregon for the once-in-a-lifetime Eclipse Festival, in three weeks from now. The quest continues from there to some remote mountains and caves. And lots of places, people and moments that none of us will predict.

I’m learning already in this quest, before I’ve even departed, that “the how” doesn���t really matter. As long as it happens.

I will be improving, building upon what I have been creating, what’s being created THROUGH me, as I am further humbled and as I further open up to Life’s ecstatic mystery. I will be sharing as much as I possibly can.

The Quest has begun.

On July 26, 2017, I am meeting Gonz in person, and we’re questing for 3 hours into a forest with an artist collective to demonstrate the power of our unbridled imaginations.

If you’ve made it this far, don’t forget to hit the Follow/Subscribe button. I promise, this is about to get really interesting.

“Random reflections on an accident”, a poem in 4 parts I typed on napkins in the loft of the Soap Co. Coffee House, just hours after Gloria lost her wheel and was towed with Russ and I into Jacksonville, Illinois.

[britthayessoap]

Thank you to all of my customers and accounts, near and far, for an amazing 2021! So looking forward to a fresh new year! Excited for new ideas to share with you! We would not be here without you and appreciate each and every one of you! Thank YOU! CHEERS! 🎉xox . . . #newideas #newyear #handmadesoap #handmade #2022 #coldprocesssoap #soaplover #soapcompany #familybusiness #shopsmall #healthandhappiness #healthylifestyle #healthyliving https://www.instagram.com/p/CYE0AuuFJpc/?utm_medium=tumblr

[m3artisansoapery]

‘Candy Corn’ CP soap made with 4 colors and swirled to perfection. Fragranced with @ngscents ‘Candy Corn’ that is “a warm vanilla candy with top notes of butter with a slight down of almond.”. #soap #soapbrows #soapbrows #soapish #soapmaker #soapcommunity #soapsmaking #fragrantsoaps #soapphotography #soapcompany #instagramsoap #artisansoapery #artisansoap #artisansoapmaker #artisansoaps #handmadesoap #handmadesoaps #handmadesoapshop #handmadewithlove #cpsoap #cpsoaps #coldprocesssoap #coldprocessedsoap #coldprocesssoapmaker (at Columbus, Ohio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTkoeNBHRJq/?utm_medium=tumblr

[mashiho]

soft q&a

I was tagged by the lovely @little-kpop-turtle, thank you 💕

Rules: Answer the q&a and tag 5 of your most recent followers and 3 of your biggest fans/fav blogs.

What’s the smell of your shampoo?

okay look, I couldn’t find it on the label but it’s from the brand garnier fructis so ?? but hey at least it has a vegan formula

What’s your aesthetic?

untied shoelaces (yes I can walk perfectly fine, thank you), oversized hoodies, worn out shoes, instant ramen, turning up the music loud enough to tune everything else out, going to sleep at the ungodly hours of the morning only to sleep through class later, loud laughter, soft gray clouds, writing lyrics/ideas in the margins of school notebooks

What is your favorite time of day?

night time !! the later the better bc it’s either emo hours or soft hours, there is no in between

What do you like the most about the beach?

I’m not sure what to say in this one bc I’ve never been to the beach.. but from what I’ve seen in pictures, the sunsets look pretty especially when there’s no ppl around

What do I worry about constantly?

uhh everything thanks to my anxiety. but if I had to choose one thing, I’d say my future, because it is so uncertain at the moment

What is a song you’ve cried to before?

ngl I recently cried to “going crazy” the moment I heard mashi’s voice. but other than that, probably every other song lol

What are some relaxing tips for your followers?

do face masks !! use one while reading a book, or listening to music. it really helps :3

What are some things that make you tear up?

honestly I know I probably sound annoying at this point but mashi.. (bc I’m still not over what happened on the show, and also bc he makes me soft)

What is your favorite form of each of the five senses?

touch - hands ;3

smell - an art room (they smell differently than a regular classroom i d k). And the smell outside after it rains

taste - coffee

hear - music

sight - the sky, it’s so pretty~

What is one alternate reality you’d want to live in?

I’ve never thought about this actually. So I have no idea, but something that has no school lmao

What are most troubles you face daily?

I get hw every day and I always have trouble completing it all :( oh and my anxiety lol

What is a scene of a book that made you really sad?

hmm I can’t remember the book title as of right now, but this protagonist was like really suffering bc she just wanted to take care of her brother but he wouldn’t allow her to and kept pushing her away. anyways I’m bad at explaining things ;-;

Say something to all your followers.

take care of yourself and your body !! You only have one to take you through life. Also sleep a lot and do your skin care routines ^^

I tag @bangkeita @miatsubaki23 @minjeoni @soapcompany @ygteasure @by0ungg0n @jjunkyus @hyunsuccc only if you want to ^^

[gayarsuwun]

soapcompany -> interlude-if

name change!!! please interact if you see!!! <333

quick reason what my new name means

interlude: from suga’s “Interlude_dream, Reality” (Agust D).  The song always stuck with me.  tbh it kinda made me uncomfortable,, but it stuck.

if: from changbin’s solo track during 3racha (3Days EP) 11/10 a good listen.  lyrics resonate a lot.

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