Oh man. I’ve been missing Pears soap since I left the English-dominated provinces of Canada for Quebec 4 years ago. This morning I went to the drug store and picked up a modest 5 bars to bring back home. I’m not sure what it is about this particular soap, but it’s incredibly pleasing. The clear amber colour, the woody “clean” smell…mmmmm
While we’re talking cleansers, I love this post about making your own natural cleaning products. I’ve often experimented with making bath stuff. My favourite super-easy face scrub is sugar mixed with honey. Rub it on with a bit of warm water and wow!
I’ve also had a few diy failures. Once I poured a mix of peppermint flakes, olive oil, and lemon juice on my boyfriend-at-the-time’s hair in an attempt to clean a head wound. He screamed while the acid burned his fresh cut and the flaky oil dripped down his face and body. He still was finding peppermint flakes on his skin a week after the incident.
There is a scene in my recent past where I was interupted while sitting on the couch with a towel on my head soaking my feet in a milky oil bath. When asked what in God’s name I was doing, I shouted back, “Shut it, I’m fucking Cleopatra!”

Oh man. I’ve been missing Pears soap since I left the English-dominated provinces of Canada for Quebec 4 years ago. This morning I went to the drug store and picked up a modest 5 bars to bring back home. I’m not sure what it is about this particular soap, but it’s incredibly pleasing. The clear amber colour, the woody “clean” smell…mmmmm

While we’re talking cleansers, I love this post about making your own natural cleaning products. I’ve often experimented with making bath stuff. My favourite super-easy face scrub is sugar mixed with honey. Rub it on with a bit of warm water and wow!

I’ve also had a few diy failures. Once I poured a mix of peppermint flakes, olive oil, and lemon juice on my boyfriend-at-the-time’s hair in an attempt to clean a head wound. He screamed while the acid burned his fresh cut and the flaky oil dripped down his face and body. He still was finding peppermint flakes on his skin a week after the incident.

There is a scene in my recent past where I was interupted while sitting on the couch with a towel on my head soaking my feet in a milky oil bath. When asked what in God’s name I was doing, I shouted back, “Shut it, I’m fucking Cleopatra!”


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