What A Good Way To Cleanse!

The last few days of working with my regular customers and a new one, who is polite, eager and perfectly delightful have been an incredible balm after the week I had in London last week. I was in a room with a couple of particularly toxic people and, very stupidly, hadn't thought to do any protection for myself. It was only when I got home and talked to a long-time friend about my week that it became apparent that I had rather left myself open to some pretty vile people.

My friend, Nathalie, makes candles for ritual, and sometimes decoration, out of the finest bees wax and is opening an online store very soon. She mentioned a small company (they both supply Treadwells in London) that might be helpful in ridding me of the grungy, toxic sludge that I feel I was carrying and within minutes had me hooting with laughter. Two delightful ladies have set up The Hedgewitches' Kitchen and one of their products is Two Finger Soap (you'll have to scroll down a bit). It seems Nathalie has had times like my week last week and has test driven Two Finger Soap and found it most efficacious. It's designed to:

"This is one for those days when you want to wash off stupid people as you wash off the dirt. Cleanse your aura as you cleanse your skin!"

Sounds good to me.

So, after trawling through the site and being hugely tempted by a number of products, I have flexed the plastic and treated myself to the aforementioned soap and some Demeter's Goats Milk bath stuff. I shall report back to you once I have sloughed off the toxins of last week and had a bit of a soak in liquid goat. I think I'm going to enjoy this!

How very odd that this is my second post about soap - it's not that I'm obsessed or anything, though I do wash my face in it and don't bother with all the creams, lotions and potions that are supposed to keep me youthful and amazing - I find soap is perfectly adequate to clean myself and I hate feeling like a greasy ... thing... that if you grabbed me I'd go slipping and sliding out of your hands! That shows my age, doesn't it? I'm sounding more like my mother by the day and sadly, looking more like her too. Ah well, maybe Kim has done as he's told (some hope) and booked me a face lift as well as the psycho gun-turreted land rover for my birthday...

I like soap. A lovely, frothy soap can make or break a luxuriating soak on the bath. My Soap Shed bar of sandalwood and pachouli is still going strong, mostly because I managed to persuade Kim it smelled far too 'girly' for him to use. Is it being a Cancerian that makes me love soaking in a large tub of delicately scented water? Whatever it is, cruddy old tesco soap just doesn't cut it and it certainly won't wash off toxic people.