Our Story

There’s something about the union of art and science involved in soapmaking that strikes a chord in me. From the moment I first covered my (infinitely patient) mother’s kitchen with soap splatters and oily mica smears, I was hooked.

For years, it was just a hobby, and one I didn’t have much time for in adulthood while working a “real job”. But when an autoimmune disease and a genetic connective tissue disorder made it so I could no longer perform that job, I found myself with nothing but time.

Well, that and all the feelings of inadequacy that come with suddenly finding yourself unable to contribute to the world around you in the ways that you used to. For awhile, I did nothing but grieve that old life I couldn’t have anymore.

And then one day, I got off the couch and made a batch of soap. It wasn’t anything particularly special, just a plain off-white soap with a few dried flowers sprinkled over the top. But it was something I could hold in my hand and say to myself “look, you made this. Here is undeniable proof that you are capable of producing something useful in this new world we’ve found ourselves in”.

I was afraid to turn it into a job for a long time. What if i failed? Or worse, what if I succeeded but lost my passion for the work once it became work? But with time and perspective, I’ve come to realize my value doesn’t come solely from that ability to produce usefulness. And with that realization (along with my husband’s unwavering support) came the courage to take a leap of faith.

That leap has led me here, with you, and it has been so worth it.