A Word About Pricing

It has recently come up to me:  “How come this soap is so much more expensive than soaps like The Perfect Man?”  The soap is question was smaller and lighter, and certainly would lead someone to wonder how come it carries a higher price per ounce than soaps made with the cold process method.

Let’s take flip flop soaps as an example.  Flip flop soaps weigh in at a hefty 5.75 ounces and sell for $10.00 each.  In contrast, The Perfect Man weighs in at a smooth 5 ounces but costs two dollars less per bar.  It all comes down to ingredients and labor.

Steampunk Flip Flop Soap
Steampunk Flip Flop Soap

This soap base costs more per ounce than an even larger quantity of oil or lye.  Because of the limitations of moulds and the amount of soap I can make per batch, I could make three soaps, start to wrapped, in 12 hours; there is a lot of wait time in there in which my mould is tied up, unusable.  On top of that, it takes about ten minutes to make, wrap, and label each bar of soap with those fabulous layers, not including the wait time, which I spend doing other things.  By contrast, I can make 33 bars of soap in 40 minutes (with another 15-20 for wrapping/labeling).  The soaps do have to sit for weeks to saponify and cure, but there it is:  33 bars in one hour versus 6 bars in one hour.

Here’s another of my melt & pour creations…

Pelican soap
Pelican soap

This little gem took a full 20 minutes to make.  Yes.  TWENTY minutes.  A full third of an hour.  And that doesn’t include wrapping and labeling.

While making these soaps can be enjoyable every now and then – it’s fun to watch a bar develop, layer by layer – they simply aren’t cost-effective to make for sale.  That pelican was a diminutive 3-3.5 ounces but retailed at $12.00.  Sure, he’s cute, but as fabulous as my soaps are, I don’t expect my customers to pony up $12.00 to look at a bar of soap.

Instead, I would much rather play with cold processed soap, experimenting with swirls and colors, playing with scents and sometimes, being completely WOWed at what’s revealed when we slice up the slab or the log of soap.  Even though I might use the same colors and techniques between batches, because of the very nature of the creation, no two will ever be the same, and that’s exciting to us.

As our business has evolved and continues to evolve, expect to see much fewer novelty soaps and a greater number of artfully designed soaps using the cold process method.  We enjoy having so much control over both the ingredients and the design, and, frankly, we don’t have 10 minutes or 20 minutes to spend making one bar of soap.  We do, after all, want to clock out at some point during the day!

The Facebook Break

Two weeks ago I was prowling in impatience and irritation, growling at the delay in my schedule that was the result of an internet outage.  (This was soon followed by my phone dying.  You can read all about my tech annoyances here.)

About the same time I was going through this, I was toying with taking a bit of a break from Facebook.  The hate rhetoric was just getting to be more than felt psychologically healthy to me.  So, on that Monday after getting my internet back, I checked Facebook, logged out, and closed that tab.  When I received my new phone on Tuesday, I was intentional about not installing the Facebook app, settling with just installing Messenger and Pages (both I can use without seeing my newsfeed).

Last Sunday, I went on Facebook briefly to clear out notifications and to respond to comments.  There were almost 40 notifications, and very few of those were really germane to my life.  Then, I logged off, once more closing down the tab.  In the tech post, a colleague commented, asking how it was being off of Facebook.  Frankly, it’s pretty great.  I’m less distracted and able to tackle those things that truly need my attention.

Facebook logo
Facebook logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I thought i’d only be off Facebook for a week, but I discovered instead that I can keep going with this as long as I need to.  Through 3rd party apps, such as Hootsuite, Instagram, my blog, and my newsletter, I can post just enough that people know I’m still alive.  This week, though, I hit a flaw in my plan.  Without Facebook, I was without my groups, and one of those is really important to me in my business.  Furthermore, I needed the wisdom of this group, and there was only one way to get it.  Yep, back to Facebook – and right in the middle of the week, too.  However, I don’t have to stay logged into Facebook; I can post my question, log out, close the tab, and check for responses at the end of the day as I’m drafting my agenda for the next day.  This allows me to avoid the things that upset me and keeps me from being distracted from my tasks.

It takes hard-won business maturity and discipline to get off the social networks for anything but their necessary use, and it’s difficult to break the habit of checking social media feeds when you’re of the habit of checking them multiple times a day.  Yet, I’m trying hard to do it, and things are definitely getting done around here.

What can you subtract from your life that would enable you to increase your productivity and take your goals and dreams to their next level?

Better Living Through Technology?

I love my tech, as I’m sure you do, too.  And I use it all the time, every day, for something or other.  I rely on my computers for work, and we’re currently using YouTube for our study of World War II.  I print worksheets for my younger off homeschooling sites online, and all that is just my computers.  My phone enables me to keep up with social media, including posting pictures to Instagram and instantly shooting pictures to customers.

Last Wednesday morning, I followed my usual morning ritual – drinking two cups of water while checking email and my social media feeds.  It wasn’t long at all before I realized my text messages on my phone weren’t going through.  Then I noticed that none of my sites were coming up on my computer.  Brief analysis – no internet.  I went outside to find a second bar of reception and to call my provider.  Joy.  An area-wide outage had taken out our internet and crews were “working hard to restore service.”

Thursday morning rolls around, and at 9 a.m., my phone rings.  It’s our internet provider informing me that the outage had been cleared up.  Woohoo!  I zip downstairs and had internet coverage for… two minutes.  Another call to our provider informed me that half our neighborhood was still affected and our internet should be restored later that afternoon or by noon the next day at the latest.  Yea!  Hope!

Thursday night… No internet.  Friday morning… No internet.  Friday noon… No internet.  The great service techs helped me go through all the possible steps to reboot our modem, but in the end, there was no recourse left but to wait for the cable guys on Saturday.  Saturday our service was winking in and out, but the fellas came, got me back online, then discovered that there was an issue with the box by the road.

Things flowed smoothly from there.  In fact, things were better, because our internet was faster.  I had my website access, my social media outlets, my email, YouTube for school, math worksheets for the Wee One, everything I’d been missing.

English: New Mobile Cell Phone Technology
English: New Mobile Cell Phone Technology (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Let me take a break from the narrative here to say, I decided last week that I needed to take some time away from Facebook, because the hatemongering; injustice-in-the-name-of-Jesus; and horrid, fearmongered comments about a segment of the population were having a very negative effect on my psyche.  Truly, the comments were hurting my heart.  However, with my internet down, I couldn’t log off completely as I wanted.  Alright.  Back to the story.

Monday morning, I followed my usual routine, but this time with a twist.  I dropped a post on Facebook to let people know I was taking a break, why, and how to reach me.  Then I logged off and closed down the tab.  To prevent further temptation, I uninstalled the Facebook app from my phone.  Yet, my phone was still saying I had low memory, even after uninstalling that and deleting a bunch of pictures.  Sometimes, my phone requires a hard boot to register that I’ve freed up memory.  So, I disassembled my phone, let it meditate, put it back together, then pushed the power button.  No.  Power.  I tried again.  And again.  Then I called T-Mobile.  Shout out to them for getting me a phone to me the next day!

In the last seven days, technology has hardly been my friend.  Well, it’s been perfectly friendly when it’s been working, but when it isn’t, my life nearly comes to a halt.  These days have certainly tried my patience!  Joy of joy, though, I have a newer model S5 that has cool, new features that weren’t on my two-year-old one, and I don’t have to go phone shopping any time soon, thank goodness!

Garden Fresh for Spring

I love spring bulbs.  Daffodils and hyacinths are my favorites.  Planting bulbs in October’s chill is hopeful.  We’re anticipating seeing those bright blooms after six months of cool (or cold), dark days.  And the smell!  Oh my goodness, there’s nothing like the subtle sunny smell of a bright yellow daffodil or the sweet aroma of a pastel rainbow of hyacinths.  When I was a child, we had daffodils lining our driveway and hidden among the natural areas in the yard; I still smile thinking of those yellow spots amongst the greens and browns.

Several years ago when we lived in our townhouse, we planted some bulbs.  There were so many!  We’d gotten a little bit crazy, and in the back in front of the raised bed were crocuses and tulips, and in pots, one on either side of the sidewalk leading to the front door, were hyacinths.  I was thrilled the first time I saw the first bud peeking up between the green leaves – thrilled, that is, until the snow buried the young blooms.  Obviously, they didn’t do well that year, and, frankly, I was a little disappointed when my mystery bulbs of promised “assorted colors” turned out just to be pink and lavender.  Don’t get me wrong; they were pretty before they got the deep freeze, and they did smell nice, but I’d hoped for more variety.

Then came the next spring.  I did not realize that these bulbs I’d planted so lovingly a year-and-a-half before were technically tubers and had multiplied.  Greatly.  And the colors I’d longed for had arrived.  Now, in addition to the pink and lavender, I had rich purple, white, dark pink, and yellow blooms, and each time I passed them, their sweet aroma with that hint of spice greeted me.  I was in love!

My bulbs didn’t survive the move and resettlement.  Trying to finish settling into a new home with a new baby and new routines just didn’t leave much energy for dealing with bulbs.  Other plants grace the yard, different blooms and colors, but I still look forward to the autumn when I can see the freshly mounded dirt under which my bulbs are buried and the excitement of the little green shoots giving way to riotous blooms of color come spring.

To sort of tide me over until that day comes, I found a lovely hyacinth fragrance that perfectly reminds me of those glorious flowers.  Some floral scents just don’t translate well into their fragrance oil counterparts, but this one is simply lovely.  Yearning for a bit of springtime?  Grab a bar of this gorgeous hyacinth soap to experience spring in your shower (especially for you folks that are having a white Easter).  If you like spring flowers, you’ll love this soap!

hyacinth soap
Lovely, true-to-scent hyacinth soap

My Lemony Love

It started with an angel.  Long story short…  Boy meets girl.  Girl needs angel for her Christmas tree.  Boy suggests this shop at the beach (not knowing that Girl LOVES this shop).  They go to the shop, buy an angel, start a flotilla tradition.  At one point, Girl sees people watching the flotilla from large balconies of an inn while sipping wine or hot chocolate – and not grappling for space on the boardwalk.  Girl thinks, That sure would be nice.  Over time, that becomes a reality, a part of the tradition.

That inn – an interesting hybrid between a bed & breakfast and a hotel – offers lovely, well-appointed rooms, great views, convenient location, and quite nice toiletries, one of which is lemon verbena soap.  We’re talking real soap like what we make, not mass-produced syndet bars that leave the skin dry and itchy.  One sniff, and I was hooked.  The scent was lightly sweet and sharply lemony at the same time with beautiful green notes and just a tinge herbaceous.

It took me forever to find a similar lemon verbena scent.  I found what was marketed as a lemon verbena essential oil, which was pretty nice, only to find out later it was a blend of synthetic and natural ingredients.  L’Occitane‘s Lemon Verbena is fabulous, but too strongly lemon for what I was seeking.  Imagine how excited I was when I found both a duplication of L’Occitane’s Lemon Verbena and another lemon verbena fragrance at one of my suppliers’ online stores!  The L’Occitane is still too lemony, and the other fragrance is a bit too floral.  But when I put them together in just a certain way…  Whoa!!!  It’s perfect!  Lemony, green, floral, herbaceous.

Lemon Verbena Soap - Sunshine in the Shower!
Lemon Verbena Soap – Sunshine in the Shower!

I found my lemony love in this Lemon Verbena soap.  it’s like sunshine in the shower, perfect for cold days, grey days…  Shoot!  It’s perfect for any day that you need your eyes opened.  Yes, I’ll admit, I did have to steal a bar for my shower, but there are still several bars of this dream soap left for you to fall in love with.

 

How to be an Overnight Business Success

Are you ready?  Got pen and paper?  Here it is…

Buy a kit, make the stuff, price it exactly as recommended by the wholesaler from whom you bought it, rent booth space, sell it (along with at least a half dozen other people who had the same idea as you), and voila!  You’ll be a success overnight.  Or maybe that’s just for overnight.

My dear artisan friend Denise and I joke, “It takes a long time and a lot of hard work to become an overnight success.”  Newbie crafters/hobbyists see what we’ve achieved over years of owning our businesses and want what we have, only without the hard work, trial-and-error, discipline, learning, or experience.  It really does take a significant amount of time and unique experiences to achieve success in business, and I’m happy to show those off in my blog, newsletters, website, and social media outlets.  Today, though, I thought I’d share with you some of my flubs that have led me to where I am now.

“Do a show!”  I was brand new in my business, and the ink on my business license was barely dry when a lady recommended I participate in a huge selling event.  It cost me $325 to rent a booth for the 4-day weekend, and I made probably around 1000 bars of soap for it.  Imagine my joy – how thrilled I was! – to see this line of people at my booth.  Only, they weren’t at my booth; they were in front of it, in line for the gourmet candy apples next door.

Surround yourself by people who want you to succeed.  Or something.  It was a year later, now 2003, and the memories of that awful event were still plaguing me.  It was my first time doing the EPA show with Mom as my sponsor and right-hand woman.  We were two hours from the end, and business had been quite good, when Mom started offering discounts without consulting me.  I was like, “What are you doing?”  She said, “I thought since you weren’t making a profit, yet, that you’d want to liquidate.”  It takes 3-5 years to turn a profit in business, and she’s been a super-tremendous help since.

Then there was the grand mal soap seizure that turned the beautiful funnel swirl of my plans into “murdered Mardi Gras clown soap.”

Over the course of a few years, that first EPA show led me to markets and monthly artisan events, which, in turn, began to lead to other opportunities.  An artisan potter was opening up an incubator co-op and invited me to join for $100 a month.  I was spending $20 a month to sell for 4 hours, and this way, my wares would already be set up, and I wouldn’t have to worry about doing the selling.  It seemed like a good idea.  It’d be nothing to sell $100 of products a month, or so I thought.  I discussed it with my husband – I was so excited!  He didn’t really think it was the best idea.  I persisted.  It was fun doing the Art Walk, chatting up customers, and just being in that atmosphere.  I made $100 one month of the six I was there, and I pulled out after six months.  That was the only year my net profits went down since my first year in business.

I’m pretty sure at this time I may have still had a few soaps from that first event left over.  I’d systematically melted most of the soaps down to cats, because I quickly discovered that cat soaps sell very well.

So many scents!  So many soaps to make!  And bath salts and bubble bath and bath bombs!  And no one in that area really takes tub baths.  Plus there was a drought in the state that effected us for a couple of years.  So.  Much.  Inventory leftover!  I still have some of those bath salts and bath bombs, because I don’t often get time to take tub baths, either.  It’s so important not to get carried away with making stuff.  I have over a hundred fragrances still, and I’m selling them or using them in very limited edition soaps – or simply in soap for us.

Event A, Event B, and Event C, all carrying high costs to do.  While there is a formula to determine if a show has been poor, fair, good, or excellent, there comes a point where I had to say, “Nope.  No more.”  Because it’s not just the expense of the booth fees, gas, food, and possibly lodging to take into account, but it’s also the intangibles – child care, labor of workers, and just the pure pain-in-the-butt it is to schlep tables, canopy, and products, set it up, work all day, and tear it down.  Given all this “invisible” expenses, it just stopped being cost-effective.  The day before the first of these events I gave up, I waltzed around town with the same dopey smile on my face my mom had her first day of retirement.

Selling on consignment is another one of those flubs.  The seller doesn’t pay me for my products until they sell them, so they have no personal investment in my wares.  I lost inventory to shop-wear, sun fading, and age.  It’s so much better financially and for my stress to sell the products myself retail through my website or via one of the two events I do each year, or to one of my stockists and be done with it.

It’s now been almost fourteen years since I officially started my business.  I have an online soap boutique, three private label accounts, and I’ve had a number of wholesale accounts as well.  My net profits go up every year, which is good; it means I’m selling more products, but also managing to buy smarter.  I have faithful, loyal customers.  Judging by these factors, you could say I have gained a measure of business success.  It hasn’t all been easy, though, and I certainly have made a slew of mistakes, er, “learning opportunities,” along the way,

If you’re in business, what, um, “learning opportunities” have you encountered that have led to your success?

Why Creativity Takes Time + Costs Money

The discussion came up with a customer:  The question was, “Why is this soap so much more expensive than this other soap?”

That’s a fair question, certainly.  Soap A (the less expensive one) requires a one-time pour with mica accents finger-brushed on top.  Soap B (the soap in question) COULD just take a one-time pour of a single color of soap, but this customer was expecting it to be colorful, and “colorful” meant several individual pours of different colored soap.  This took time, and since I’m a professional, time = money.  And I had to craft each soap individually.

Pelican soap
Pelican soap – This is it resting on its mould

And as I make slabs of soaps, the types I can whip up in one glorious pour, I think of what it takes to make various soaps.  I’ve made soaps before that are a simple scent and no color, or a scent and just one color.  Those are quick and simple to make.  Then there are the soaps with elaborate swirls and multiple colors, or soaps that contain interesting botanicals and custom created fragrance blends.  Truth is, I could whip out batch after batch of no-color scented soap, but that would be so boring!  We LOVE color!  And design and fun, unique fragrances, and everything else we bring to our soaps!  But creativity, again, takes time, and time is money, even when you enjoy what you do.

I tripped across this great video today that takes a look at the relationship between time and creativity.

https://www.facebook.com/binishkumarks/videos/10150455838601609/

 

Sure, creativity takes more time to achieve, but we are infinitely more pleased with our results.  We’ll continue to take the time to be creative, because it’s just so much more fun.

 

Divine German Chocolate Brownies

I guess I was feeling the withdrawal from not being able to do my usual Christmas cooking, so, right when I usually stop baking for a few months, suddenly I had the insane urge to make some brownies.  Since we don’t keep brownie mix in the pantry, the girls and I whipped up some brownies from scratch, but we wanted to kick these bad boys up a few notches, so we scrounged through the pantry and freezer to see what we could find.

First, we grabbed a can of condensed milk and stuck that in a pot of boiling water for 4 hours.  The result?  A divinely rich dulce de leche; it tasted very close to caramel, and would be perfect for dipping tart apple slices.

The girls whipped up the brownies we found here.

1 2/3 cups granulated sugar

3/4 cup baking cocoa

1 1/3 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

1/4 teaspoon salt

2 eggs

2 tablespoons water

3/4 cups butter or margarine, melted

2 teaspoons vanilla

Chocolate chips and nuts, if desired

Preheat oven to 350 deg.  Grease 9×9″ baking pan (use a 9×13″ if just making plain brownies).

Combine dry ingredients in large mixer bowl; stir.  Add wet ingredients and stir well.

We spread half the brownie batter in the pan, then spread half the can of dulce de leche over it and sprinkled it with 3/4 cup unsweetened coconut and 1/2 cup chopped pecans.  Then we spread the remaining brownie batter on top of that, topping it with the rest of the dulce de leche, coconut, and chopped pecans.  We baked our brownies for 18-25 minutes (ours ran 25 minutes), then let them cool.  The toothpick came out a little sticky; this is normal.

German Chocolate Brownies, fresh from the oven
German Chocolate Brownies, fresh from the oven

Suffice it to say, these didn’t last long, but what a wonderful treat they were!

Looks absolutely amazing!
Looks absolutely amazing!

Three Reflections on My Rehab

Last Tuesday was a stupendous day!  I tossed the crutches to the side, lost the brace, and experienced leg freedom for the first time in six weeks.  I met my new orthopedist who was nice enough, but who I labeled the gatekeeper to hell after my first day of rehabilitative exercises.

My orthopedist likes to draw on people. I got a setting Mayan sun with muscle groups labeled. The vastus medialis (inside quad muscle) is the focus of our attention.
My orthopedist likes to draw on people. I got a setting Mayan sun with muscle groups labeled. The vastus medialis (inside quad muscle) is the focus of our attention.

It just feels great being able to move around more, sleep the way I like, and exercise those muscles more intentionally.  A sad event had me going home-home (my parents’ home – which in grad school was the place where the laundry was free and the food was cooked by someone else) and the rehab kicking it up a notch.  My dad’s a physical therapist, and I’m pretty sure that if I do what he says, my knee will feel 18 again by the beginning of spring (which they haven’t seen in over 20 years).  As I was lying down and counting off reps Thursday afternoon under his watchful eye, and then as I was standing against a wall doing therapeutic squats, a few realizations came to me.

  1.  I’m pretty sure The Complete Works of the Marquis de Sade are required reading for PT School and most doctoral programs in orthopedics.
  2. When writing about the circles of hell, Dante stopped too soon.  I found the tenth circle of hell; it’s called therapeutic squats.

    The handy blanket I got at a conference that doesn't squirt out from between my thighs like my daughter's soccer ball did.
    The handy blanket I got at a conference that doesn’t squirt out from between my thighs like my daughter’s soccer ball did.
  3. Walking step-over-step to go up or down stairs is a big deal.  As I was climbing the stairs at my parents’ house and was able to go up with the left foot, then the right, then the left – you know, like non-gimpy people do – I remembered an encounter I had with a lady at church one Sunday.  I was in grad school and had shown up for church.  My dad had some home health patients in that town, a few of whom went to my church.  This older lady was climbing the steps on the side of the church to go in and she said, “Sara, make sure you tell your Dad that Edna Smith (not her real name) walked up these steps by herself!”  I was happy her recovery had gone so well and she was strong enough to do this – in a nebulous sort of way; I didn’t really know her.  As I walked up and down the stairs almost normally and finally with more grace than Boris Karloff‘s portrayal of Frankenstein’s monster, I realized what a tremendously big deal that is.

Now I’m home with two adjustable 5-pound ankle weights, some exercise bands, a bolster, and notes on my exercise sheets indicating the purpose of each exercise and when I can start some of them.  Ibuprofen is my new friend – that and ice.  It’s frustrating that I still have to stop to rest, to apply ice packs.  As I laid on my bed after church, bolster under my knees and 1/2 pound of iron strapped to my ankle, I could hear Dad pushing me to “straighten that leg, give it that last little bit of oomph,” followed by a “There ya go!  That’s it.”  I’m proud to say I didn’t scream at him, cuss at him (all’s fair in rehab and therapy), or accuse him of killing me.  From being his patient previously, I know the pain is well worth the results, and I can get through even the torturous squats if I focus on having stronger legs with no pain.

This Knee Brace Wasn’t What I was Thinking

Back in October, I pulled the troops together for a family meeting.  The gist of this meeting went something like this:  “I’m tired of being so busy during December, running my business, chauffeuring kids around, doing all the cooking, teaching, and keeping the house running.  I never get a chance just to rest and relax.  While y’all are playing games, watching specials, and reading, I end up worn to a frazzle.  Things are going to change this year.  We’re going to work as a team and get things done together so we can all enjoy the season.”  And work we did.  We started doing the Fly Lady thing every weekend, and with tremendous results.  Fifteen, thirty minutes of cleaning as a family followed by standing back, admiring our work, and patting ourselves on the back.

Things were going along rather swimmingly.  We were knocking out the cleaning and the cooking, preparing to decorate and for our trip to the Crystal Coast Christmas Flotilla.  We had food in containers and food in bags in the freezer.  Then a crisis hit.

It’d been a good day.  It was the Monday before Thanksgiving, and I’d taken the girls into the closest city to shop for their Christmas dresses and to return a certified pre-owned Nook to Barnes & Noble that the company had sent me by mistake.  I guess it’s not nice to mess with the minds of low-wage retail workers (“You want to return this?  I need to talk to my manager about this.  I haven’t ever had a situation like this before.”), because doing so must’ve been bad karma or something.  The girls and I returned home with our purchases, and as I was walking across the kitchen floor, I slid down and dislocated my knee.  Oh, sweet heavens, was THAT a new and unique kind of pain!

The girls were amazing, I met some pretty nice EMTs and emergency room staff, and I finally came back home around 8:30 that night with a shiny pair of crutches and a referral for an ortho follow-up.  The next day I went for the appointment and left with a sexy black peek-a-boo knee brace (the perfect accessory to all my holiday wardrobe essentials)

The latest in sexy holiday accessories
The latest in sexy holiday accessories

and instructions to wear it for the next 6 weeks, 23/7.  When you dislocate the patella, there is damage to the soft tissue where it lands, and there’s also damage to the soft connective tissue that holds the patella in place.  These tissues, the ligaments especially, take a long time to heal, but with proper care and attention, they heal fine.  I’m about halfway through my healing process.  Oh, plus there’s the addendum to those instructions regarding the brace:  “Stay off of it as much as possible.”

Squee!  That means being still and resting all through Advent!  That means staying off my feet and letting people take care of me.  So far I’ve gotten to play on NORAD every day with my youngest.  I’ve knitted.  A lot.  I’ve done Christmas cards; blogged; and spent some very valuable time brainstorming, reading, and preparing for some amazing changes in my business in the New Year.  This has been incredible!  Sure, I’ve missed making soap and baking, but perhaps the Good Lord knew that I wouldn’t stop as planned without something major happening to me.

My family has been great about taking care of me and everything else.  Mary has been grooving on the soapmaking, really coming into her own as a soap artisan.  My best friend drove down last week to take the girls and me to finish our Christmas shopping.  Thanksgiving was awesome, because we were home with my parents.  I don’t care how old I am or how many boo-boos I’ve kissed myself; I’ve got a major boo-boo myself, and I needed my own Mom.  Even just having Mom air around is somehow healing.  My dad is a very well-respected physical therapist, so that just added another layer of incredible healing mojo to our visit.  I was slightly amused – and touched – when my dad offered to help me navigate up the two steps to their porch.  I’d been gimping up and down our stairs in our 2-story house for 3 days at that point.  But he’ll always be my dad, and he’s a physical therapist even off the clock, so such is to be expected.  I’m lucky as all get-out to have him, because he’s given me pointers, suggestions, exercises, and prayers for my patience.  He’s done more to help my healing progress than my orthopedist has.  When I go back to the doctor in a hair under three weeks, I’m hoping he’ll be wow’ed by my progress.

While a knee brace and crutches weren’t quite in my grand plan for this Advent season, I’m finding the blessing in being able to take it easy.  The family is getting a great learning opportunity as they experience my duties and responsibilities.  My best friend got the unusual opportunity to take care of me (generally, I’m doing the caretaking).  While the boredom really gets to me sometimes, I’m looking for the silver lining, and I think I’ve found it.

How do you take it easy in the craziness?  How do you make sure you get the rest and relaxation you need?