Unfortunately for Kelley, the week after her miraculous soapmaking venture Grismelda was in a real mood. Kelley was unable to escape at any point during the week to check on her soap. Total bummer! Instead, she spent the days scouring the inside and outside of the kitchen hearth and was thoroughly black from head to toe once she finally finished that thankless task. One would never think that this filthy thing was a Princess Becoming. More like an Urchin Becoming!
Just when she thought she might scream from the frustration of not knowing what had become of the soap, the job was done. Without a backwards glance she fled the house and nearly flew across the fields in her eagerness to get to her hidden meadow by the stream. Arriving, she fell to her knees and fearfully pulled back the fabric from the top of the mold. And… success!! Inside was a gloriously beautiful and heavenly smelling block of soap! Kelley ripped the sides off the mold and with a few quick whacks of a large knife that she had snatched from the kitchen, she had chunks of yummy soap in hand.
Erm… since this is not necessarily an “adult” story and really, the basics of bathing do not need to be discussed, we’ll skip over the cleaning in the stream part of this story. Suffice to say, a cleansed and fabulously scented Kelley emerged from the water. Never had she smelled so… so… well, DELICIOUS! Her long red hair was a thing of beauty – all shine and like a long length of royal silk. It reflected the sun and as she stood in the sunlight that filtered through the trees around her, she literally sparkled.
For the first time ever, Kelley happily set to work scrubbing her clothing. Then she collapsed to the ground, exhausted and yet so amazingly fulfilled, and drifted into a delightful afternoon nap. As she slept, Bronson the gnome appeared out of the bushes and knelt to examine her soap. Nodding happily, he stood and in a whisper said… “you now see your true purpose, Princess Kelley. There is much to be done now.” Then he vanished and like one would expect in a fairy tale, a small flock of sparrows flew down and set up a gentle singing chorus around the sleeping Kelley. One could almost choke on the super-sweetness of the scene. Yurgh!
OK – while Kelley is sleeping I’m sure you’d like to know about her mold and that bottle that she added to the soap, right? Well, there is only time for one so today we’ll discuss her mold. This being the middle-ages, there were no fancy soap molds. No silicone (this wouldn’t be invented until wayyyyyyy in the future), no cutesy little individually shaped molds (these would be far too cutesy cutesy for Kelley anyway) and certainly no perfect wooden molds with matching liners. No, her mold was far more rudimentary. So what was it? On old slop bucket! One that had seen its last slop run and had been tossed onto the rubbish pile for burning. Kelley snagged it and nearly severing a hand in the process, took her father’s axe and hacked the top of the bucket off so she was left with the grotty bottom and about 4 inches on the sides. Of course, this was far too nasty to use as is, so she scrubbed it clean. 30 minutes and 100 gags later, she had her first mold. Rudimentary? Of course. But it held the soap and at the moment, that was all that mattered.
This first mold would be the catalyst for what happened next…