One day (when I have conquered the world with soap) I will have my own soap room. A room to make it in, to cure it on, to store it in. A room heavy with the perfume of freshly made soaps. A room lined with shelves full of soapy goodness...
For now though, through lack of space I have made my curing rack a centrepiece of the living room:
This is my childhood bookcase which I shared with my brother. Somehow it escaped being dismantled and sent to a charity chop. It stood in the corner of the spare room for years, gathering dust, until I remembered it in a fit of nostalgia and dragged it out of the corner and into Skyes room. As I pulled out each book to wipe away the dust I was hit again and again with memories of the stories and characters that I had forgotten.Some of the books were passed onto me from my mum, like Noel Streatfeilds 'The Circus is Coming' which tells the tale of two children who run away to the circus. Oh, how I wanted to join the circus after reading that book!
I rediscovered all the Enid Blyton books and put some of them aside to bring back to Italy and read to Skye. A week later we spent three days devouring 'The Magic Faraway Tree', a tale of three children whe enter an enchanted wood and find an enormous tree in which all sorts of creatures lived (she particularly liked the Saucepan man) and whose topmost branches led to all sorts of strange lands.
TIME FOR A GIVEAWAY!
I'm giving away two of my handmade soaps and a shower scrunchie to work the lather with! Just leave a comment below telling me what YOUR favourite childhood book was. (You've got till Friday.)