Continuing my unfortunate streak of items I wish I had exercised a bit more caution in purchasing, here’s the back half of my large Rhinestone Housewife order, this time a quartet of spooky suds from Dreaming Tree Soapworks. I noted in a post last month that I had had some trouble with the colourfastness of one of those bars of soap; it was a dark chocolate brown, and in combination with the soap’s plush, but slightly oily, composition, it had the rather gross tendency to leave fatty-looking bits of brown sludge behind on everything it touched. To the point where I tossed the bar a few days after writing that post. And not without some regret either, because I really love these olive oil-infused soaps in use; they’re incredibly lush and leave my skin feeling super soft and moisturized.
Some of these spooky soaps regrettably suffer from the same problem as that chocolate (brown) bar, particularly Monster Mash (a perky fruit punch fragrance) and The Pumpkin King (a spicy squash.) Using Monster Mash is particularly distressing, as it suds-up into a bloody sort of pink that kind of makes shower time feel like Carrie-on-stage-at-the-prom time. Which is both seasonally and thematically appropriate, but maybe not the greatest, cleanest-feeling way to start the day.
Ah, but they’re pretty, and they all smell so lovely. One of the things I do really love about these soaps is the way they really hold on to their scents; they remain strong and true week after week. Which means if I can get over the kinda gross factor, I’ve got months and months to enjoy Monster Mash and The Pumpkin King, as well as Fruit Fool (far left), a scrumptious apple-blueberry scent, and Poisoned Apple (far right), a zippy, caramel (crab)apple fragrance.
So I’m well, well covered in the soap department. Now I just have to turn around this bad shopping juju that has plagued seemingly every retail transaction I’ve made in the past two months. This, however, delighted the crap out of me (and my husband, who was likewise impressed) – this American Psycho-worthy business card from The Rhinestone Housewife. We seriously Patrick Bateman’d all over this thing – look at the card stock! That sucker must be a quarter of an inch thick! And yes, we really are that easily amused. 🙂