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Monday Musing: Knowledge Over Fear
I saw it again this week. Another post making the rounds claiming fragrance oils are dangerous, slow poison, something to be afraid of. And I want to talk about it, because you deserve better than fear dressed up as information.

Here’s what I actually know, because I’ve done the reading. My fragrance oils are IFRA tested. That means every single one has been screened against real safety data, checked for restricted materials, and capped at safe usage levels for the product they’re going into. They are also phthalate and paraben free, which happen to be the two ingredients most often at the center of these scary claims.

The truth about fragrance safety is more nuanced than any viral post wants it to be. Yes, there’s real research out there. But dose matters. The specific compound matters. A trace ingredient at industrial exposure levels is not the same conversation as a well-formulated fragrance oil in a bar of soap you use for two minutes in the shower.

Fear travels faster than nuance, and fear gets clicks. That imbalance isn’t an accident.

So here’s my stance, plain and simple. I know what’s in my products. I know why it’s there. I know it’s been tested. I’ve built this work carefully, on purpose, with real information behind every choice. And I’m not going to let someone else’s fear campaign make me doubt that.

You deserve to know what’s in what you’re using. Ask questions. Read labels. Ask your maker where their ingredients come from and what testing stands behind them.

Just don’t let fear do the deciding for you. 🌿

Woah that’s a lot of soap! We’re at St. Richard’s school in Swanton today. You should stop by. 😎

Friday FUN: Make breakfast for dinner tonight. Pancakes at 6pm is a radical act of joy. 🥞🌙

November 4 Wednesday’s Wisdom Change is hard. I know that better than anyone. I spent months searching for a replacement for a product I loved and couldn’t replicate. But sometimes change opens a door you didn’t know you needed.

Meet the new goat’s milk lotion. Lighter than what came before, in a pump, built for everyday use. Goat milk, aloe, oat, sweet almond, safflower, rice bran, rosemary, the ingredient list is quietly impressive and the formula is genuinely lovely on skin. Quiet quality in every pump.

It slots right alongside the solid hand balm with everyday hydration in the pump, deeper moisture work in the tin. Two products, two jobs, nothing left undone.

Life works like that sometimes too. You search and search for the thing you lost, and what shows up instead isn’t what you expected but it fits in new ways. Sometimes what replaces the thing you loved turns out to be exactly what you needed all along.

Earned my sticker!

Monday Musing: The Ring That Wasn’t Perfect (And That’s the Point)

I bought a pink quartz ring not long ago. If you know stones, you know quartz isn’t precious. It’s not a sapphire or a ruby, it won’t turn heads in a jewelry case, and mine has a visible imperfection right in the stone if you look closely. I didn’t buy it in spite of that. I bought it because of what it stands for.

Somebody took a rock that started out plain, maybe even a little rough, and cut it and polished it until it caught the light. The imperfection didn’t disappear. It’s just part of the piece now. I wanted something on my hand that would remind me, every single day, that beauty can come from ordinary things. And I wanted a way to mark my own transformation this summer. Not with a plaque or a certificate, just a quiet little stone I’d actually see.

I spent my Summer of Self Care doing some cutting and polishing of my own. Not glamorous work. Mostly it looked like saying no to my phone, saying yes to vegetables I didn’t love yet, and showing up for a workout routine on days I would rather have stayed on the couch.

Nobody hands you a finished, sparkling version of yourself at the end of a summer like that. What you get is still you, still with your particular flaws and history, just worked on with a little more intention. A little more light catching in the right places.

If you’re in the middle of your own cutting and polishing season, wherever it started or however slow it’s going, take it as a good sign. The stone doesn’t have to be flawless to be worth the work. It just has to be yours.

I think that’s actually the more honest picture of transformation, in soap making and in life. We don’t start with perfection. We start with what we’ve got, and we work it, patiently, a little at a time, until it holds up to the light better than it used to.

The quartz was never going to be a diamond. It didn’t need to be. It just needed someone willing to do the slow work of cutting and polishing what was already there. Now every time I look down at my hand, I get to remember that I’m doing that work too.

Working on something new!!!!

Restock Saturday! Mermaid Lagoon, Girl Take Care of Yourself!, and a new goat’s milk soap - Man, I Smell Fabulous!

Friday FUN! Pull out a board game, a deck of cards, or a puzzle tonight, just for the fun of it. Low tech, high joy. 🎲💛