Good human work

Soapmaker Gerald loves this passage from Wendell Berry’s book, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays, saying this:

“If you’ve never read Wendell Berry, I highly recommend it. I believe he has something that appeals to just about everyone who stops to think about things, regardless of political, economic, or religious opinions. This is my favorite quote from him, and it sums up why I do my own projects when I can.”


Meet Bleu and her family


One of our primary goals at Lady Scrubbins is to support the local creative economy. We love making and selling our goat’s milk soap, but we leave the farming to the good folks at Once Upon a Meadow. Their goats produce milk for their new dairy, and if you are looking for their delicious cheeses, here’s where you should look.

An artist friend of mine, Jean Pudlo, drew this picture of Bleu, one of the goats in the herd. And below is a picture of the first gallon of milk we got from Bleu back in 2012, which was a milestone for us.

The creative economy is strong here in North Carolina, and we’re grateful for our relationships with Farmer Jess and the other entrepreneurs we’ve met along the way. (Go check out Delwoods BBQ!) We enjoy the cooperation, sharing, and goodwill that people are willing to extend as we all do our thing. This is a good time to be a small business owner in NC.

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You can make a difference

Lady Scrubbins is aiming to become a corporate sponsor of the Friends of the North Carolina Mountains-to-Sea Trail. The MST is an ongoing project that will benefit people across our home state, and our goal is to become a Day-Hike sponsor by October 2015.


Our Green Thumb soap is for all outdoor enthusiasts! It’ll scrub off the dirtiest farm filth as well as the crud from a day of hiking or kayaking. You can find Green Thumb soap in most of our retail locations, or you can order it from us here.

Happy birthday to Lady Scrubbins

Can you believe it has been three years since we filed our LLC paperwork? Time flies when you’re having fun! Our hearty thanks go to our customers, who make this celebration possible.


Poem + Birds = Springtime Inspiration

The Garden

Andrew Marvell, 16211678
How vainly men themselves amaze 
To win the palm, the oak, or bays; 
And their uncessant labors see 
Crowned from some single herb or tree, 
Whose short and narrow-vergèd shade 
Does prudently their toils upbraid; 
While all the flowers and trees do close 
To weave the garlands of repose. 


Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, 
And Innocence, thy sister dear! 
Mistaken long, I sought you then 
In busy companies of men: 
Your sacred plants, if here below, 
Only among the plants will grow; 
Society is all but rude, 
To this delicious solitude. 

No white nor red was ever seen 
So amorous as this lovely green; 
Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, 
Cut in these trees their mistress’ name. 
Little, alas, they know or heed, 
How far these beauties hers exceed! 
Fair trees! wheresoe’er your barks I wound 
No name shall but your own be found. 

When we have run our passion’s heat, 
Love hither makes his best retreat: 
The gods who mortal beauty chase, 
Still in a tree did end their race. 
Apollo hunted Daphne so, 
Only that she might laurel grow, 
And Pan did after Syrinx speed, 
Not as a nymph, but for a reed. 

What wondrous life is this I lead! 
Ripe apples drop about my head; 
The luscious clusters of the vine 
Upon my mouth do crush their wine; 
The nectarine and curious peach 
Into my hands themselves do reach; 
Stumbling on melons as I pass, 
Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, 
Withdraws into its happiness: 
The mind, that ocean where each kind 
Does straight its own resemblance find; 
Yet it creates, transcending these, 
Far other worlds, and other seas; 
Annihilating all that’s made 
To a green thought in a green shade. 

Here at the fountain’s sliding foot, 
Or at some fruit-tree’s mossy root, 
Casting the body’s vest aside, 
My soul into the boughs does glide: 
There like a bird it sits and sings, 
Then whets and combs its silver wings; 
And, till prepared for longer flight, 
Waves in its plumes the various light. 

Such was that happy garden-state, 
While man there walked without a mate: 
After a place so pure and sweet, 
What other help could yet be meet! 
But ‘twas beyond a mortal’s share 
To wander solitary there: 
Two paradises ‘twere in one 
To live in Paradise alone. 

How well the skillful gard’ner drew 
Of flowers and herbs this dial new; 
Where from above the milder sun 
Does through a fragrant zodiac run; 
And, as it works, th’ industrious bee 
Computes its time as well as we. 
How could such sweet and wholesome hours 
Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!

Go ahead and get your hands dirty!

Go ahead, spend time outside in nature. With spring stirring, find ways to add nature to your life. 17-2

Here are some ideas:

  • Look at the sky from wherever you are. Sneak out of the office occasionally and find a window if you don’t have one.
  • Grow food. An herb plant can grow on a window sill, a potato plant can grow in a bale of straw … find an option that works for you.
  • Pick out a favorite tree to adopt for the season. Visit it often and make it feel loved.
  • Change the scope of your perception with a magnifying glass or binoculars.
  • Plan a night adventure. Night hikes or canoe tours can be found or requested from your local parks and recreation department.

We’ve got just the thing to clean you up after a satisfying session outside. Whether you are clearing away debris or building up the soil for new plantings, Lady Scrubbins gardening soap can scrub you clean.  We’ve added cornmeal, which offers scrubbing power, and we’ve blended oils of sweet basil, lemon, and eucalyptus to clean and freshen your skin. The end result is both healthy and sustainable for all of us.