So, umm, have I mentioned I make soap? Well, soap and other bath-y stuff? It started because I was in search of something that would help with Emma's eczema. The approach of our doctor seemed so reactive (i.e., hydrocortisone! All! The! Time!) and I wanted something, oh I don't know, call me EXTREME, proactive. So I began researching and reading and reading a little more and then I got to experimentin' and lo I became good at it. And it's fun and challenging and really just the perfect blend of science and art. I've even started my own little snarky boutique side biz'ness because CLEARLY this economy is begging for another bath and body purveyor.
But as is custom for me when I get all high and mighty and toot ye ol horn that HEY! LOOK AT ME!, something goes terribly awry and I am humbled violently and question what the fuck? And, you know, I'm gonna share my fail.
Allow me to memorialize this phenomenon of suck via soap photographs. These were taken last night, very late because I was fretting and you'll understand momentarily why....
Freshly cut and pretty. I call it "Giggling Teenage Girls" and there's some snark which may or may not include the words "...wants to run their butts over with my car". But pretty, right?
Then there's this...
[overt your eyes if you're feeling squeamish]
Clearly it's dark chocolate with strawberry swirls. God! you couldn't tell that?
Umm, ENTRAILS People. And I use expensive, expensive oils ya'll and this...this would be umm, not what I was going for. Want some? I know you want to rub it all over your body.
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So look, I wanted to quickly address the folks who wrote me private emails to say I had betrayed the sisterhood and was, in a nutshell, making my daughter into a 50's-type stereotype who will believe she needs a man to be happy and should just start her homemaking skills right away. You know, because we gave her a princess dress and some play shoes for Christmas....
I did not get my girl tattooed or her bellybutton pierced. She wore some silk and plastic. Piss off haters.
The Child, she is not pigeonholed.
That is an AWESOME picture of her! love it. Who in their right mind could pass judgemetn on a damn dress and some girly things?
Posted by: Lisa | January 19, 2010 at 05:40 PM
um, what is it about you and trolls.
and that soap, makes me want to freaking vomit.
Posted by: Jenny | January 19, 2010 at 06:04 PM
Nasty emails? No way. For letting your girl try on different personas. Sheesh. Sorry. Not that MY DAUGHTER will ever be a princess. But that's another topic. She will wear what I tell her to wear. (That period should be super-bolded, BTW). Or I might cry.
Ps. Did you cry?
Posted by: Cavatica | January 19, 2010 at 06:05 PM
I just got one of my son's his very own pink shopping cart and he's incredibly happy with it, all the while wearing girls underwear; there are no boy's Kai Lan undies. And if anyone dared to judge me and my desire to make him happy, I'd have the same reaction as your photo. You know how I feel about all that.
I want to know more about the eczema soap. We sure could use it here. As for the steroids all the time? What a quack.
Posted by: walternatives | January 19, 2010 at 06:27 PM
your daughter is perfect in princess dresses or grateful dead t-shirts -- that soap however "shudder"... wow! do you have a website for your soap? the first one looked really cute!
Posted by: maggie | January 20, 2010 at 05:15 AM
Those same people who squawk about princessy and pink and platforms...probably give their youngins guns and knives to help with their hunting skills.
Posted by: Carol | January 20, 2010 at 10:43 AM
P.S. I love the soap, not the guts one, the blue one. My babygirl would love some blue soap.
Posted by: Carol | January 20, 2010 at 10:47 AM
Seriously? Nasty emails? They deserve that photo
Posted by: Spacemom | January 20, 2010 at 11:50 AM
Where can I order entrail soap?
Can you say stocking stuffer?!?
Posted by: Erienne | January 20, 2010 at 12:18 PM
Love the soap thing....we're not so much eczema around here as we are psoriasis. Must.Look.Into.
Trolls? This late in life? Screw them. If they are accusing you of throwing back to the 50s, wait until they get a glimpse of the pretty, pretty pink dress-up tea party I'm throwing this weekend to celebrate my girl's first milestone b-day (the big F.I.V.E.) Pictures to be posted before Fabul-O goes to college. Hell, I still haven't posted vacay pictures and Crummus pictures yet, but they will be pink and sparkly and all things *squee* worthy.
Asshats.
Posted by: Susan | January 20, 2010 at 07:27 PM