Several more months passed while Kelley continued her Becoming. Her life was rather boring during this time and there really isn’t much to report – nothing that would provide even a modicum of excitement anyway.
One day, as she worked beside her father in the fields an idea came to her. Soapmaking. They had goats and they had a plethora of wild herbs and flowers. Why not combine those into a creamy and fragrant cleansing product? It would surely be better than the lye heavy nasty glop that Grismelda and every other wife in the area made. This stuff stripped a few layers of skin off the hands and left all the women with rough and masculine hands.
Kelley was determined that as a Princess, she would NOT have work-worn hands and so that night, she opened her Book and as she had expected, a new section magically appeared — a handmade soapmaking tutorial.
The next morning Kelley milked the goat and set aside a few cups for herself. A quick trip to the village and she was able to trade the remainder of the milk for olive and corn oils. And while Grismelda was off gossiping with the neighboring farm wife, Kelley snuck into the household pantry and made off with a bit of lye. Then, she went foraging in the fields and forest and returned with an abundance of beautiful flowers and fragrant herbs.
She gathered all her ingredients together, tossed them into a large cooking pot that had been discarded after a particularly bad burnt bean soup, and skipped to the stream where she gazed at her supplies with growing excitement. Finally, she was ready to begin her new craft!
It was at this point that she realized she had neglected to bring her Book. Not having fully Become yet, Kelley still struggled with things like patience and she decided to throw caution to the wind and just wing it. Certainly she could remember what she had read the night before! Yeah, not the greatest idea. The result was a stinking mass of thick gloop that reeked of burnt cat pee and was a suspicious ick-brown color. This was nothing like what she had envisioned. In fact, this was many times worse than Grismelda’s flesh-eating soap. At least that didn’t singe nose hairs and cause nearby flowers to wilt in misery.
So Kelley dug a hole and buried the entire mess and then stashed the pot under a large bush. She may have failed this time but she was determined to try again. This time with her Book and the instructions contained therein.