‘You’re obsessed’, she mutters, as I prod her to compliment my soap for the umpteenth time or when I ask her to make me a new mould or a soap planer or some dividers or whatever soapie toy I have just seen someone playing with on YouTube. Most are made of wood and would be a killer to import into Australia, otherwise, my PayPal account would really be getting a work out. Maus, the sweetie that she is, files the idea in her virtual ‘To do’ list and I know I will have to work really hard to move my latest ‘must have’ to the top of that list.
She may be right. I may be a little obsessed. I do tend to get excited. Continue reading