We’ll be at Deep Roots selling soap on the 25th. Come by and say hello!
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.
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.
The GardenHow 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!
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.
The loaf is created by pouring the soap mixture, which has a consistency like pudding, into a mold. About a day later, the soap is hard enough to cut into bars. Once that is done, the bars are set aside on trays to cure for about eight weeks. During that time, the sodium hydroxide (lye) saponifies, or turns the mixture into soap.
Regarding the name “Lady Scrubbins,” here is a quote from Elizabeth Cunningham’s book, The Return of the Goddess. Her info is valid–I’ve confirmed it with the Oxford English Dictionary.
Lady comes from the Old English hlaefdige, kneader of bread. Dheigh is Germanic in origin and refers to kneading clay. Now some people insist that the derivation is from Middle English lafdi, the di, derived from Latin, meaning to give loaves. In either event, there is agreement in associating the word with bread, the staff of life. The Lady of the Manor, then, was the source of bread, the one who made it and distributed it. The loaf giver, which is almost to say, the life giver.