Since I spend a lot of time with my soaps, I think of them as my friends. I give them different personalities and I thought you may like to see them the way I do. Francesca (Olive Oil), Jane (Honey Oatmeal) and Cheyenne (Goat Milk) are friends who met in high school. They are my unscented trio of soaps. Come watch their reunion.
Francesca
Francesca stood up and brushed off her bright floral sundress as the announcer on Amtrak’s Empire Line announced her stop in upstate New York. The three-hour ride from New York City went quickly after she found out her seat mate was a lucky business owner who got a sweet deal on Shark Tank. They chatted almost the whole time about his success from a product now being sold nationwide and on HSN.
She reached for her own HSN purchase—a set of black-and-white houndstooth luggage with a matching carry-on bag—a style that made it easy to find at baggage carousels and easy for drivers to recognize her when they arrived to pick her up. The seat mate, a tall, dark-haired and very fit young man, said, “Let me get that for you,” as he reached up to take the bags down from the rack. The train came to a halt as she offered him thanks and rushed off to find Jane, her high school classmate, who was picking her up for a weekend visit to attend their 20-year high school reunion. As she headed up the escalator from the platform to the station, the aroma of donuts and strong coffee reminded her she had not eaten in hours and she should probably look for some lunch.
Jane
“Black-and-white houndstooth luggage!” Francesca heard a familiar voice say. “Can’t miss your entrance!” It wasn’t hard for Jane to spot her as the two embraced and Jane offered her friend an Oatmeal and Honey protein bar. “Thanks! I’m starving,” Francesca said. “Of course, it’s Oatmeal and Honey–your favorite for everything! Even your soap, if I recall.” She could always count on Jane to take care of her needs—food, transportation, and even a place to stay for the weekend.
“Only one small suitcase and a carry-on?” Jane asked. “With your wardrobe? I think your closet takes up half your apartment.” “It’s only two days,” Francesca said. “I’m good at packing.” As they got to the car, Francesca offered to take Jane out for a good Italian meal for her thoughtfulness. “Do you have a favorite Italian restaurant? Let me check Yelp.” “We’re in upstate New York, remember?” Jane chided. “How about Mario’s? I hear they got a new chef from the city.” “Which city?” Francesca joked.
Cheyenne
As they pulled into Jane’s driveway, a shiny red pick-up truck arrived behind them. “Cheyenne!” Their farm-girl former classmate jumped out of the truck and ran to give both women a big hug. “Look at you, city girl!” “And you, country girl,” Francesca laughed. “Look at you—you work on a farm and your skin and face are so soft. You’d think you were just modeling those jeans and boots and not working in them.” “That’s my secret Goat Milk soap,” Cheyenne answered. “Keeps me in ‘cashmere’—at least as soft as cashmere. No girly smell either. I like things natural.”
“I remember,” Francesca said, reaching into her luggage. “That’s why I bought you a basket full of goat milk soaps. And, for you, Jane, your skin’s favorite treat, Honey Oatmeal soap. You have a big soaker tub, don’t you?” “You remembered,” Jane said. “Anyone who wants to use it tonight or in the morning before the reunion, feel free.” “I brought my favorite soap, too—Olive Oil—no girly smell, but mmm, that aroma makes me hungry,” Francesca said. “Which reminds me, I have an appetite as big as Italy, and some good bread dipped in olive oil, a glass of Pinot Noir, and a nice plate of Angel Hair and meatballs is calling my name from town. On to Mario’s!”
The Reunion
As the three long-time girlfriends jumped in the car, talking over each other with news of their hometown and classmates they hoped to see, the boys who wooed them in high school, and the latest gossip, it was as if only a week had passed since they last saw each other. Though it had been years since they were all together, they felt like they were back in their teens—and their smooth, soft skin, did not reveal otherwise.
I hope you love the Unscented Trio as much as I do.
Yours in Gratitude,
Angela
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