It's the little things...

[Ephemerella]

You're pouring an ingredient, intuition tells you to stop just at the right moment, and BINGO, perfect weight. No drips.

You're busily mixing FOs and micas and whatnot, and the little timer in your brain says the microwave should be beeping in 3... 2... yep.

You finally pour the last drop of Avocado oil out of the ginormous jug you bought last year, and when you put the empty jug into the recycling bin, you have to resist the urge to say goodbye.

You pause to mourn the passing of your trusty rusty SB while trying to get to know the new one — and after a couple of false starts, it dawns on you, this is like starting a new relationship. Le sigh.

Your turn.

 

[Juxtapose]

Okay. I’ll go.
When you have your soap making supplies piled up in your craft area waiting to be washed. Covered in curing soap. Each time you pass you think, “I really should wash those, but boy don’t they smell good!”

 

[Ephemerella]

When you have a miserable, disastrous pour, everything goes wrong... and you cut your bars the next day and they look amazing. (yep, I meant to do that)

 

[Zing]

My simple pleasures are turning my curing soaps and reaching under the pile of towels to feel the warm gelling soap. And quite honestly, I like washing my hands with my soap.

 

[Ephemerella]

Awwwww @Zing I just love that visual! When I put my loaves in the oven at night I say "good nite kids! see you in the morning!"

 

[Zing]

Awwwww @Zing I just love that visual! When I put my loaves in the oven at night I say "good nite kids! see you in the morning!"

I had to laugh at your initial post about pouring. Here's me: Want 100 grams, pour to 120, pour out to 90, pour to 110, pour out to 80, pour to 130, utter words like kittenlove, rinse and repeat.