Monthly Archives: January 2014

Picture Time!

So, I promised soap photos, and here they are: Freshly poured, in the mold, three batches of soap

Restock of Back in the Saddle. Pay no attention to the blobs of soap on the side of the mold; I'm a bit of a messy soaper sometimes.

Restock of Back in the Saddle. Pay no attention to the blobs of soap on the side of the mold; I’m a bit of a messy soaper sometimes.

Restock of Before the Harvest.

Restock of Before the Harvest.

New spring scent: Amazon Lily Rain. I can't wait to see what this looks like after it comes out of the mold! Should be available in late February.

New spring scent: Amazon Lily Rain. I can’t wait to see what this looks like after it comes out of the mold! Should be available in late February.



A Bit Of Fundraising

I was going to wait until tomorrow to start publicizing this, but it turns out I’m not that good at waiting – so, here goes: As we approach the end of our fourth year in business, we’re setting out to raise some capital to get over the next couple of hurdles in our business growth. Among other things, we’re hoping to get set up with UPC codes (to enable us to approach some larger stores), upgrade to some larger-scale equipment, and streamline some of our processes. So in the best 21st century crowdfunding spirit, we turn to you, the public, for help raising the funds, via Indiegogo. Please take a moment to look over our campaign (and the perks we offer!) and maybe toss us a few bucks? Any help would be greatly appreciated. And please, share the link with your friends!

Oh, and check back from time to time as the campaign progresses – I have a feeling we’ll be adding more goodies along the way.

(Also, for those who feel this blog has been a bit light on actual SOAP lately, you’re not wrong. There’ll be soap pictures tomorrow, I promise!)

Days Off: Threat Or Menace?

Self-employed people work a lot of hours. No, really, I mean a LOT of hours. This is my sixth year as a self-employed person and I can fit the total number of days on which I have done no work in those years into the number of vacation days allotted to the average professional my age EVERY YEAR, and that’s before you figure in holidays or, y’know, weekends. An average work-week for me contains between 60 and 100 working hours.

We work a lot, is what I’m saying.

Now, this isn’t a complaint. I love what I do and would never ever want to do anything else, vacation time notwithstanding. In fact, that’s sort of the problem; I’ve forgotten how to do anything else, and in the last few months I have gradually come to the realization that I may be becoming just a little bit one-dimensional, as a person. I am, not to put too fine a point on it, obsessed with my work, and can pretty much not talk about anything else, most days. I try to remember not to talk about it TOO much to other folks, because I know perfectly well no one else is as obsessed with it as I am, but then I just don’t talk, because there’s just not much else in here.

This isn’t surprising; it’s what I spend all my time doing and thinking about and planning for, and that’s what people tend to talk about: The things they spend all their time thinking about. It’s why new parents talk about their babies (well, also, babies are pretty neat in their own right), and why egomaniacs talk about themselves.

…wait. I’ve just spent 250+ words talking about myself, haven’t I. Oops. Right. Let’s move on from that before I have to have another uncomfortable personal revelation; I think one of those a month is about all I can cope with.

This year my husband and I are embarking upon a strategy to try to re-learn how to take time off, by scheduling a single day of mandatory down time every two weeks, whether we want it or not. This is less trivially easy than it might seem – since work is what we have spent virtually all of our waking hours doing for years on end, we’re not exactly awash in hobbies or projects clamoring to fill up down time, because those were mostly phased out years ago. And that’s before you get to the guilt, because it’s not like the work isn’t still there. Waiting. (This is an irrational guilt, by the way; it has been demonstrated to the satisfaction of my rational self that taking a modest amount time off actually means you get MORE done, not less, even though you have less time to do it in. But guilt is rarely a feeling amenable to being talked away by logic.)

We had the first of these days yesterday, and we were both utterly miserable for the entire day. I was jumpy and anxious and couldn’t concentrate on the book I was trying to read, and Alistair was cranky and grumpy. Our dogs, whose primary role on our business team is as morale officers, were kept busy all day running from one of us to the other, trying to figure out what was wrong and how they could fix it.

So, the initial implementation of this plan was not an unmitigated success, to say the least.

Still, we have learned some things, and while we are both VERY glad that the next Mandatory Day Off is a couple of weeks away still, I hold out hope that we will get the knack of taking time off before we drive ourselves or each other entirely insane with failed attempts to do so. I know that there will be some times when we have a lot of trouble justifying taking one day off out of every 14, but I’m hoping we don’t talk ourselves into cheating very often, because that’s a slippery slope right back into working 360+ days per year and spending the rest twitchy and guilt-ridden for daring to do anything else.

In an attempt to reinforce my efforts to break out of my one-dimensional habits, I’m intending to put an occasional bit of personal-life stuff on here scattered amongst the soap and such, to remind me that not only is it OK to have some bits of life outside of work, I don’t even need to pretend not to. Perhaps with time I will get used to the idea that working only 340ish days per year is not going to turn me into a lazy slacker who never gets anything done! (Really, most people would consider working even 300 days per year to be serious workaholism, but let’s take this one step at a time.)

Happy Belated New Year!

Yes, I know it’s already January 15, and the post-holiday blahs have well and truly set in most everywhere. I also know I haven’t posted here for over two months, and I haven’t posted anything particularly interesting for longer than that. Well, I won’t say it’s a New Year’s Resolution to do better (I don’t do well at those), but I will say I have, at this moment, a renewed sense of energy as regards putting together posts for this here blog. So we’ll see what happens!

So, current State Of The Foam: We took a week or so off after the holidays and vanished into small-town Kansas, staying at a bed & breakfast, visiting the Eisenhower Presidential Museum (not the library part, but we did see it) and the Oz Museum, visiting wineries (the best of the lot: Prairie Fire, which is far enough off the highway that we thought we were lost, until it finally appeared around one last bend in the road) and breweries, and coming home rested and eager to get back to work. Since then, it’s been taking inventory, starting up a post-holiday clearance sale, crunching some year-end numbers, and lining up some nifty new projects for the new year. Basic January-in-business stuff!

There’s more fun stuff upcoming – keep an eye here and on our Facebook or Google+ pages – but in the mean time, here’s a sneak peek at a soap coming out next week, in time for Valentine’s Day:

I Put A Spell On You (Love Spell Type scent)

I Put A Spell On You (Love Spell Type scent)