Five years ago I was introduced to soap making. I fell in love with the scents and the science. Watching ingredients come together from solids to liquid and back to solid in just a matter of time and condition. I didn’t master it. I piddled. The desire lingers. Time doesn’t allow. Priorities take precedence. My mom crocheted. I taught myself by watching others. Small projects completed and an attempted big one unfinished. The creating with my hands only bringing minimal satisfaction because the perfectionist in me sees all the faults left from imperfect stitching. I didn’t master it. I piddled.…