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First Batchfirst batchby Khadijah Lacina
I am pretty sure that all of you remember the first time you mixed
up a batch of soap, and how that soap turned out.
For some of us, it was a batch that will live in infamy, the best soap
we ever made, a revelation, and epiphany!!
For others, well, it was….not. Here are some stories of first batches from our members. I want to thank each of you who whose to participate in this article, you are a bunch of sweethearts!! Enjoy!! Steph: Denise in PA: Jessica in FL: I have one other "first" to share, and it's one that is
semi-infamous... the first time I used a vanilla FO.
:) I made my
batch, and it looked so lovely. It was a nice light, creamy pale color. I was so proud of it!
The next day, it seemed darker brown when DH came to cut the batch up
for me. It was oddly dark on the
outside but gorgeous inside. Hmmmm..... so DH trimmed off the brown, even though it made
my bars smaller. They looked great again.
Next morning, they were brown again, so DH cuts them down again... I
think you can see the pattern here, LOL.
Finally I emailed the list and Camille explained to me about the
discoloring magic vanilla FOs do. How
silly we were, trimming and trimming, ending up with little tiny bars of
still-brown soap. :) BJ: I used no fragrance or color..and when I poured it, I thought it was the
most beautiful stuff I had ever seen!! It was so creamy and smooth and behaved
just exactly like it should. I was hooked!! Love you Soapnuts!! Paula: Frances: Terri at Cedar Haven Creations: I had researched and prepared myself for soapin for at least 6 months. I
dreamed of the procedure while I slept, I ran it through my mind day after
day....am I ready? I was so nervous...you know, working with lye and I hadn't
ever seen anyone do it. I think I'm ready...tonight...Ok I'll just do it,
finally get up the nerve! Before I start telling this story, I'll mention that
I did not know about the hand mixer. So I used a whisk and a wooden slotted
spoon to stir the batch. I had everything lined up and in position and was
just starting to measure out the oils and it all started...phone calls first.
Yes, I'm sure I had marked everything off as I was adding and measuring. About
three phone calls later, the neighbors started dropping by. Not just for a
quick stop, to visit!!! I had a people coming and going and staying and
"Oh my, your making soap, I'll stay a bit and watch". They of course
became disinterested when it was taking so long for the soap to get to trace.
I stirred and stirred....it just never seemed it would turn out. I knew I had
messed up somewhere, you know with all the company and phone calls..what to
do...I know I'll start over and make up a second batch. So while the first
batch sat, I measured up my second batch. Kinda kept an eye on the first
batch...still not doing anything...I don't think. So as I'm finishing up
measuring everything and ready to combine the lye and oils....my first batch
starts to trace, I think....Oh my gosh, now I'm really in a tizzy. I scrambled
and got that fragranced and poured in the mold, hoping it had traced enough,
not to far????. Ok back to the second batch, Oh my gosh I need another
mold....scramble, try to find some containers, this shoe box should work, Oh
yes, this box...ok get them lined. Ok now I'm ready to finish my second batch.
More company comes...I am exhausted and mentally frazzled. I calm myself and
chit chat, explaining the process as I'm all gloved and goggled up. I was
never so happy to finally get the second batch poured and put away for the
night. Of course the second batch took FOREVER to trace....Both batches were a
semi-success. Something was not quite right with the first batch as suspected.
It had oil floating in puddles on the top and never did firm up right. But I
had made soap and I was hooked! My third batch was goat milk and I didn't answer the phone and I didn't have any company. This isn't exactly my *first* batch, as we made soap when I was a child,
right down to rendering the animal fat ourselves.
I was fascinated with the process,
but not the smell, so didn't make soap again until about 10 years ago. Sue K.: When I gave it to my friend (who had been soaping a couple of years at that point), she said "how did you get it that consistency? I've been trying to get that for years!" I couldn't duplicate that soap if I wanted to! MaryB: Long version - I worked nights
at a community school, and met a lady that taught many different classes, all
concerning making soaps and lotions and body/spa items. She kept inviting me
to listen in when I could, and if I wanted she said she would give me the
printed info from whatever class I was interested in. Well, Christmas was coming and
money was tight - and I thought that the soap class sounded like interesting
presents. Her planning was exquisite, her teaching methods divine... but she
was rebatching soap flakes! You know, the commercial soap flakes that you use
to wash your laundry? Ivory used to make them; King still does. She did give
instructions for adding "comfort oils"... but she said you could use
vanilla extract for scenting, as well as potpourri oils. However, she thought
that these gave an "inferior" scent to the soap, so she had some
essential oils that she was willing to sell small bottles of. If I remember
correctly, the oils were 1/4 to 1/2 of a ounce, and were priced at $4 to $5
each. And the scents included green apple, lilac, ocean... and more. She did include a list of suppliers, just in case the students needed
supplies in larger quantities. Top of the list was Wellington - the rest,
truthfully, I don't remember. Well, I tried her methods out, and made some fairly decent soap. It got
hard after a week or so but was spongy, it lasted what seemed like forever, it
smelt good, and it was MINE! LOL! And like a big fish, I was hooked! No more
rock salt bath salts After a couple of months (yes, Christmas came and went), I started
getting more interested in soap. I found a couple of sites that I liked, and
eventually found my way here. I told myself that I was a chicken for not
trying to make it from scratch... and so I did. I took forever getting
supplies together, even splurging on a stainless steel pot. (I barely use this
anymore, as I melt my oils and pour them in a plastic bucket to mix with lye
and other ingredients.) I've probably tried more things that were questionable than I would like
to admit - like using liquid coloring in massive squirts, without mixing it in
the base. It did look cool, veins of intense color... but it bled like a major
artery, and colored everything that it touched when it got wet. Fortunately, I didn't try to sell it - but I when I showed it to a few
people as an example of what NOT to do, they went ga-ga and wanted to know how
to replicate it. Must remember - people are like sheep. New? Exciting? Colorful? Just
gotta have it! regardless of the dangers, or consequences. It is up to us, as
responsible crafters, to police ourselves when selling our wares. And I have (massively) overscented some batches, prior to finding
Camille's sensible guide to scenting. I'm not terribly keen on coloring,
mainly because I like the natural colors of soap, and also because I'm turning
into a purist of sorts... if it isn't necessary to the soap, to make it clean
well, make someone feel better (scent is a powerful thing), or just smell
good, why do it? I don't make molded soaps either, unless you count the ones
for soap on a rope (also known as pain in the neck!) LOL! Now you should ask for stories about the worst things that we've done
while soaping... that would be interesting too! Ruth: Constance: Tambia in So. Cal:. My little daughter (7 at the time) and I were scratching ourselves to
bleeding with our dry, itchy skin. We
were using up very large bottles of unscented lotion made for sensitive skin
on a weekly basis. My
mother talked with me about it and told me that her dermatologist told her
NEVER to use bar soap again, and why (all the reasons we all know about
commercial Soap). I took
chemistry in college, and wondered how hard could it be?
My grandmother did it, surely I could too. So, armed with what I thought was an adequate supply of knowledge off of
the internet, I gathered my supplies and equipment for my first batch.
It was an 8 pound Lard/coconut/olive batch of soap. After trace, I poured it into a
cardboard box lined with plastic, covered the top and proceeded to wait
it out. I made it a whole whopping hour before peeking.
I was fascinated to find that the gel stage was just beginning... the
heat it was generating.... my daughter and I felt the top (through it's
plastic wrap cover) and were so excited!!!!
We covered it back up and proceeded to be very good at leaving it
mostly alone for the next 24 hours. After
all, you can feel it through the sides of the box, right?
Every time we passed the counter where it sat, we patted the sides.
We even talked to it (I know, we're just a little strange that way).
I don't think any soap batch has
ever been loved along through its initial stages as that one was. When we looked in the box the next evening, we were startled to see a
deep child sized hand impression in the middle of the soap.
While we had been inspecting the soap and chattering excitedly about
it, we neglected to share our new soap with my 8 year old son.
Having all the natural curiosity of an 8 year old boy, he had simply
waited for us to move on out of his way, and he had done exactly as he thought
we were doing, touching the top of the soap (with a little more gusto than we
had done)! We waited only a week (I cringe at that memory now) to use the soap, and
immediately began to see a difference in our skin, using less and less
lotion... What a wonderful change. I
still have one bar of that batch left. So that's my first batch story. We have never gone back to commercial soap. We take it with us when we travel,
and have converted other family members to using handmade soap.
I even taught my best friend how to make it when we vacationed in her
hometown last summer. I took some to my aunt, and my uncle was very interested in what I had
brought, asking how it was made, what I used.
Then he proceeded to tell my that my grandmother and her sister made
soap once a year with lye leached from wood ash, to use on their hair...
that's all they wanted for their hair! Guess I need to experiment with shampoo next. Looks like it's in my genes!
And, for the grand finale… Kae's Woods Saponified Soap!!!! After putting the soap to sleep in my big plastic fish box... (heheheheh,
the little German woman down the road gave me a big plastic box that had
originally served as a carrier for FISH!!!!), I awaited patiently (just
KIDDING!!! Is ANY soapmaker EVER patient????) for
my soap to saponify. Well, I cheated and looked after a few hours...hmmmmm...the
soap appeared to have a "slick" on top...not good. I waited til the
next day, and looked again. The soap looked "somewhat better", but
it certainly was NOT what I had made previously. After yet another day, I
became very discouraged and decided to just put my "mistake" to
rest. Living in the woods is GREAT! If you have a problem with something, you
can just HIDE it in the woods and, HEY!, no one EVER knows about your
humiliation. I grabbed my fish box and headed into the woods. I felt so
defeated. My wonderful peach fo had been spent on a dumb
soap that didn't even turn out! Harrumph! I took my trusty big spatula
with me, and when I reached my "hiding spot", I carefully scraped
out the remains of my soap dud! Feeling better that the failed batch would no
longer haunt me, I left the woods and didn't look back! Several days later, however, I went back to the woods. There lie my
little spoiled batch. But, it looked DIFFERENT! As I bent down and looked, by
golly, it looked like....SOAP! I reached down and grabbed a bit. It was HARD
and beautiful! I had used a little paprika in that batch, and the color was
now a pale, peachy blush color! I stood up, totally in disbelief, and ran back
to the house. I grabbed the fish box, and a knife. Back at the crime scene, I carefully scraped off the dirt and leaves. I picked up the remains and put it in my box. Probably about half of my
batch was ruined, as it was rather "embedded" with dirt and junk,
but you better believe that those few remaining bars were now treasures! I cut
them up and allowed them to further cure. After several weeks, those little bars of "woods saponified"
soaps turned out to be very wonderful bars! AND, I learned a very valuable
lesson....patience really can pay off in the long run! Well, my dear, there you have it!!!! As I said, tis a bit STRANGE, but
hey, life would be soooooooo boring if we never did anything nutty, eh?
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