Creative Genius or Soap as Art.

In amongst all the 'challenges' of the past few weeks, I managed to squeeze in some Squee Time.  A friend had a bounce of newborn Nigerian Dwarf kids on her farm (I invented that term) and invited me out to visit.  Oy.  We walked around, each snorgling a tiny goat cranium (such a delicious, wonderful smell) and soaking up the endorphins, or whatever they generate, the effect of which fills you with such a sense of bliss and well-being.  After a half hour of this much-needed therapy, I reluctantly put down my little bundle of joy and followed her into the house to check on her latest hatch.

This particular friend is one in a million.  Once she embraces something, there is nothing held back.  The full force of her sizable creative genius is directed at the embraced.  She raises the most adorable and perfect ND goats.  She researches and carefully incubates beautiful chickens.  And the soap.  OMG, the soap.  As we were headed to the brooder room, we passed by the soap cabinet.  Where I slammed on the brakes.

I follow her farm on Facebook, so I have been aware of her soap making progress.  She finally got her shop up and running but, MyAuntJemima!  I had not seen them in person.  I don't know whether to lather it up or frame it!  She is making soap that is a landscape, for Nat's Sake. 

Vitamin Z - It has a citrus scent - heavenly!

I left that afternoon with a precious cargo of soap and my name on 11 chicks to be picked up this coming Sunday.  Unfortunately, I also left without a baby goat.  She thoroughly checked my pockets.