Friday, December 11, 2015

Today Is The Day

Off to an early start this morning continuing the week long mission to have all order boxes shipped by close of business today. The office will then close for our annual family Christmas break until we re-open in January. If you're planning on buying your faves in time for the Holidays, today is the day!

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Bright little Blast of Fresh

On my workbench this morning are a few batches of Orange Tree Blast waiting for the trim, clean, and slice. Here's a close up pic of the top showing linear sprinkles of poppy seeds and orange peel. Bright little blast of fresh!

Monday, November 23, 2015

Who's Your Honey

Honey Rose facial bar all logged and lining up for the slice. Waiting patiently in the background for his turn is a batch of Goatmilk with Honey and Oatmeal.

In stock and ready to be your honey now!

Thursday, July 30, 2015

All a Fall

More Manor Hall Soaps are hitting the curing shelves this week as I gear up towards some new Fall scent releases. Also happening during the Fall are new additions to the Manor Hall facial line, a new order box experience, and fingers crossed... a new mobile responsive website (thank you, Jason!).


Tuesday, June 16, 2015

And The Cycle Ends

For me, soaping goes in cycles. Today is the end of the cycle. It's a "finish off different things to start it all again tomorrow" days. Clear curing shelves, clean soap bars, wrap 'em up, label, count stock, update database, wipe off curing trays, line afresh, shelve.... and the list goes on until the workshop is prepped for a ten day soap fest. Tonight will be a late one. Weighing out the pans begins tomorrow. Life feels good.

Monday, June 8, 2015

Shadowland Summer

Logs of Shadowland. The colors follow each other around, and so do the notes of the Cedarwood, Lavender, and Patchouli essential oil blend. Careful... she's a heady temptress. Returning to the website for the summer and ready for purchase on the 22nd.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Is It Spring Yet?

I love the New England snow here so much that in all my fifteen years of the cold season I have kicked against us getting a snow blower. I have always been out there at the first sign of snowfall with my shovel at hand. I wait through the fall with the eagerness and expectation of a child at Christmas time. I polish my snow shovel with olive oil to a gleam, and I finally put it away over the weekend but I think my love affair with the New England snowy winters maybe over.

Ordinarily, I relish making soap over the season of nip and bite. The lye goes out on the deck, and it's cooled before I even have time to make me a cuppa and line the molds. Production is much faster, smoother, and the workshop is just a great place to be. But this past winter has been brutal. It just never stopped. One day after the other. One 48 hours into the next. Weekdays or weekends. Just the same falling white, ice, wind and freezing rain. It made the news daily, and broke records across the state.

A yield in the basement wall. On the rainiest pour from the dark of winter skies I have ever experienced in my whole life. Outside, courting midnight with a yard brush, scooting the ponding slush of wet and freeze the full length of our front path to keep it from breaching the basement window sills. No wellingtons to wear my feet, I had to pull on my best black GAP knee high biker boots... and of all the things to reduce me to tears that night it was feeling my sodden socks ruffling the plush in-soles in the knowledge that come the morning my fave boots would forever be relegated to gardening work.

Though the night was a horrendous one, the water damage indoors wasn't much to write home about once it had all dried out. Oh, at the time we were ankle deep at the front door and it was a dreadful catch 22 situation. The room below needed towels, and a truckload of them at that. But it was no use attempting any kind of mop-out while the water was enjoying its new found freedom through the hairline crack in the foundation wall. My wet woolly hat was icy cold against my head, but I grinned like a Cheshire cat with every push of the brush past the dry of the mulched bed under the workshop window. In a weird way, the safety of the workshop kept me going. An hour and half later, it was all done with. The rain slackened off, and we spent most of the night mopping up and thanking our lucky stars.

I lost eighteen days of soaping all tolled. Sometimes the personal side of life has to take priority, and the knock on effect was many delayed soap batches as I gave the time needed to home and family. February's annual Manor Mania event almost didn't happen. But I made the decision to go ahead with it in March so everyone could still enjoy buying their faves at the silly prices they wait all year for. My Manor Maniacs have been fantastic, and have waited so patiently for their soaps through the curing delay. There's only four more batches on hold for the cure, and by the end of next week as April leaves us, the last of the Manor Mania follow-on soaps will have shipped and what has been an awful and trying time will all be behind me. It will be nice to move forward.

Though very late this year, Spring has finally sprung here in Springfield, MA and I've just had a wonderful weekend in the garden with some beautiful sun shining down. However bad things may be, there's comfort in knowing that nothing stays the same forever. The green shoots of the new season's life are upon us and you know what?... maybe there's something to be said for wearing knee high GAP biker boots while heeling on a spade in the soil.