This weekend I helped my mom move into a new place. She insists it's her last move, but we've heard that before. My mom is a Nomad by nature, a rootless wanderer, a collector of house warming gifts.
This time I took her soap: Raspberry Bliss and Applejack. I handed my mom the cellophane bag and she, feeling overwhelmed, thanked me and sat it down on top of a pile on the kitchen counter.
The afternoon passed while my brothers and I moved stuff in and set it up. While in the bathroom, hanging a big, heavy piece of decor, something caught my attention. In a large basket on the back of the toilet was a bar of Whimsy Soap. Not just any bar, but one of the originals, wrapped in paper the way we only did it for just the first few batches of soap.
Since the day we gave her that bar, we've given her soap for her birthday, Christmas, the first day of spring, Lincoln's birthday, and Groundhog Day. Oh, and April Fools Day too.
There had to have been other gift-giving events, because here, with the bar from that first batch of Cranberry Breeze, was enough soap to start up a small but well-stocked Whimsy Soap store. In fact, as impossible as this sounds, I think she has more Whimsy Soap in her house than we do in ours.
When I later asked her if she used our soap, she said she only uses liquid soap.
“In the shower too?” I asked.
“Yes, body wash,” she replied. “But I like looking at your soaps, so I saved them all.”
I guess for Mother's Day, we'll have to come up with something original to give her. Perhaps we could try Lilac Soap.
No comments:
Post a Comment