This isn’t about my craft. This is about other peoples crafts — Circle Craft, specifically.
For … god knows how many years running, I’ve been going to Circle Craft, and it is always bloody awesome. This year was no different. I picked up an absolutely delicious lemongrass luffa soap from Pacific Coast Soap Works. Yes, I make soap, and it seems silly to buy, but I freaking love these soaps, and as of yet my luffa soaps aren’t nearly as awesome as theirs. Besides, is good to support other soapmakers, no?
I also picked up some awesome Soap Savers, little wooden soap dishes perfectly designed for handmade soaps that are chock full of glycerine and therefore don’t dry out as fast as commercial soaps… and melt down into a puddle of goo if they’re not stored carefully on a rack between uses. Since our shower is seriously lacking in a good place to keep soap (the spray hits the built in soap dish directly, and our shower head won’t accommodate an over-the-shower-head rack) … these are perfect. I bought 4, and I really, really want to find someone local who can make these for me so I can give them out with my soaps. Into woodworking? Let me know!
I also shared a faboo bar of fudge with Kathryn, and picked up some dog treats for Justice… but best of all, I got this years Christmas gift from the Marmot. I’m so pleased. I hate it when I see something that isn’t ridiculously expensive, but is still more than I should spend on myself for something fun (especially just before Christmas) when it’s not something I really need. I’m trying to get out of debt, after all. So while I was tickled pink by the adult-sized character towels sold by Molly and Me, I was ready to move on (well, after Jenn bought herself a new furred hat with ears — spectacular, of course. And no, we do NOT have to grow up past 6. Getting older doesn’t mean I have to gain maturity and grace.)
Anyway, I am currently sitting at my desk with wet hair and drying skin… and a SHARK TOWEL. It’s awesome. Framing my face are fierce shark teeth, and the back of my head is adorned with a terrifying fin.
I may, just may have spent half the evening torturing Nick by running with my shark towel on around chanting, “don-na. don-na. don-na don-na don-na don-na don-na don-na don-na do-NEEEEEEE!”
Shut up, I’m hilarious.
I came this close | | to buying one of those shark towels for Isobel when we ran into them at the ferry terminal.
you should have! then we could have matched! :D