One day a wife named Bella was looking for a hobby. That’s all folks!

Well, not quite.

She came across soapmaking, tried her hand at it and quickly became addicted. It was a brilliant hobby really because soap is useful especially when you have dry itchy skin and you’re married to someone with a … mild… form of OCD in the handwashing department giving himself dry flaky skin and all.

Also as they say “practice makes perfect” so said wife did just that, practice.

It really appealed to her artsy side this soapmaking. A side she hadn’t seen since she was a young whipper snapper, so it made her feel even younger at heart. She felt better overall, her skin too felt better, her hubby’s skin also felt better (and didn't need any moisturizing creams anymore).

So not long after she started her adventures somehow all the shelves at home were full of soap, the bathroom was full of soap, the locker at work was full of soap... strange this.

The house smelled fantastic mind you.

So she gave the excess away to family, friends, coworkers. All had the same feedback: we love them, you gotta sell them!