Snow soap

There was a blizzard in New York last night.

Brian cleans off my car

As I was shoveling snow off the porch, I look at the snow.  I mean I really look at it.  It sparkles, and is white and fluffy. I get an idea.

My pitcher of snow

I go back into the house, get a pitcher and scoop up some snow. Why?  I'm going to make snow soap.  Stay tuned, I need to go back outside and dig before I get time to play in my soap studio...

Yours in Gratitude,
Angela