Christine’s big (soap) adventure: Episode 4

Editor’s note: To celebrate Emmet Street Creations’ first anniversary, we’re reposting the series Christine wrote detailing her journey to bring Emmet Street Creations to life. Enjoy!

I enjoyed the time I was investing in my handcrafted soap making sessions. Soon, I wanted to add some challenge to my repertoire. I knew the next step I was interested in taking—making cold process soaps—but I was afraid of taking that step.

I had to reach deep into the reasons why I was attracted to cold process soap making. I liked the idea of being able to control the ingredients. I wanted what I made to be as eco-friendly and skin friendly as it could possibly be.

So, I studied the techniques and read everything I could. I watched countless YouTube tutorials. In spite of all my research, the idea of working with lye still scared me.

As I learned about cold process soap making, I stumbled upon this website that made up my mind to face my fear head on.

In the article, the author addressed the fear of using lye, liking it to the fear one goes through when learning to drive a car. Cars are dangerous and, when used the wrong way, can be deadly. But, the author pointed out, with practice one gets over the fear and, eventually, barely thinks about the danger of speeding down a highway with other cars merely feet away. We’ve got places to go, after all.

I refused to let fear stop me.

Working with lye is dangerous. When used the wrong way, it can be deadly; but, with knowledge, safety precautions and practice, lye can be a useful tool. I purchased a cold process soap making kit and excitedly waited for its arrival.

Me in my protective gear; waiting excitedly.

My first batch of cold process soap was unscented and uncolored. It came out perfect and so did I—I didn’t burn myself with lye! My confidence bloomed. After six weeks of cure time, I handed out samples to friends and coworkers.

I received rave reviews:

“I’ve never felt so clean,” they said.

“I haven’t needed moisturizer, my skin is so soft,” they gushed.

“You should sell this!” they advised.

A few dozen batches later, here I am ready to try my hand at selling the mounds of soap I’ve made. I know it won’t be easy, but nothing worth doing is. I love making soap and sharing my creations with others.

Welcome to Emmet Street, won’t you come sit a spell?