Our fearless heroine worked tirelessly to hone her soapmaking skills and to finally put out a batch that was not only acceptable, but totally fantabulous as well. This took some doing. The book, while giving the basics of how to make soap, did not offer much guidance when it came to make a batch that would look as beautiful as it smelled. Soap in the day was rudimentary and mostly fowl smelling (pun intended, ha!, as most soaps were made from rendered chicken and duck fats… totally ICK and definitely not up to even a Princess Becoming’s standards!) and offered nothing in the way of soothing work-worn hands or dry skin.
But Kelley was determined and she had a very wide stubborn streak that saw her attempting one failed batch after another. Amazingly enough, she held her temper through the most trying of batches and the forest surrounding her hidden stream sparkled with the sound of her laughter as she dumped yet another stinking mess into a quickly dug hole. It was at this point that Kelley began to think that maybe Bronson had made an error and that she was a WITCH Becoming. Because the stuff that she was producing would be perfect for spells or the like… it was potent stuff!
Kelley might have gone on indefinitely and never perfect her art if a small bottle hadn’t at that moment, and from clean air, just appeared on a rock before her. It was made of crystal and had a beautiful glass topper. Inside was a shiny and golden liquid, thick like oil, but when the stopper was removed — ahh, it was divine. Summer, spring and winter all rolled into one with hints of wildflowers, snowbanks, hot cider, and so much more. Kelley nearly swooned with delight.
Tied to the stopper was a small piece of paper. Kelley opened it up and read 2 little words.. “USE ME.”
Alrighty then! She poured the entire bottle into her bubbling batch and gave it a quick stir. A small purple puff of smoke and one POOF! later, the soap suddenly went from gloppy and rank to a pudding like consistency with the most delightful scent. Kelley quickly poured this into her mold (we’ll discuss her handmade mold later – it’s laughable!) and covered it with a length of fabric from an old skirt she rummaged from the burn pile behind the house.
Oops! Out of time! Next week we’ll discover how this batch turned out, what her mold was made from, and maybe even delve into the question on everyone’s mind… what was in the bottle?!