Have I told you guys how crafty my sister in-law, Tammy, is? No? Well she is Miss Crafty McCrafterson herself. She paints, she sews, she crochets but her latest creations that have her experimenting the most are her homemade soaps. With dozens of scents (or as I like to call them, flavors), Tammy’s turned their kitchen into a chem lab. My favorite part of all the soap making is how the whole family gets excited and everyone helps at the local farmer’s market on the weekends.
I’ve had a bar of Love Spell and a shampoo bar in my possession for some time and I’m still working my way through them. But I wanted a new bar of soap to take home with me. Tammy, being the genius that she is, had a special bar in mind:
Does she know me, or does she know me?
It smells like meat, people. And it looks… it looks like bacon. Honestly, it kind of frightens me.
Now I feel the need to again share my love for bacon. A lot of folks love bacon. How can you not? But I really love bacon. But (and this is a big but), I’m not a fan of all things bacon. There’s a big craze of making everything smell like bacon, taste like bacon, adding the wonder-meat to desserts… it’s a huge craze. But after trying some things, I’ve learned that I just want the real thing.
I like my bacon on sandwiches, burgers, in my salad, alongside my eggs, I like it in so many different foods. But I don’t care for it in ice cream. (I know. Two of my lovers in one bowl and I have the audacity to say I don’t like it. But I don’t. I even tried it a second time to make sure. Confirmed.) Bacon lip balm is just blech. Bacon salt makes my tongue water in a bad way. And bacon soap, well, it really does frighten me.
Bacon soap aside, I wanted something a little more fru-fru to take in the shower with me because the idea of smelling like meat and attracting a band of rabid raccoons doesn’t sound like my kind of party. (Truth: Tammy confessed the smell wears off after a few minutes so you don’t smell like a pan of drippings all the live long day. But I’m not taking my chances). I sifted through the cupboard and box of soaps, smelling everything from watermelons to flowers to beer to chocolate to patchouli (that last one… seriously like being at Phish concert) and I settled on a bar of Peach Margarita. It smells gooooooood.
The scent is light but fragrant and I can’t wait to use it. I really like how Tammy crinkle cuts the soaps – it just makes it feel special and more homemade (though I realize it can’t be). And their latest packaging with the scalloped tags is my favorite so far. But the soaps go beyond the bars – there are molded soaps, pie slice soaps, perfumes, lip balms and wax tarts. (The candy corn wax tarts are super cute and smell won-der-ful.)
You people know I’m telling you all of this because I want you to go check out Tammy Lane’s soaps on Facebook, right? And to point you in the direction of her Etsy shop? Because you should. Because you may find something you want to gift. Or something for a house guest or house warming. Or something for a gracious hostess. Or something you want for yourself. Definitely something for yourself.