Adventures in Soap Making...

The Tale of the Traveling Ducks of Suds in a Bucket Long ago (okay, not that long ago), a tiny rubber duck lived on my soap table. His job was simple: supervise the curing rack and keep morale high. He took this job very seriously. One day, while I was packing an order, he waddled over and plopped himself right into the box. I laughed, but something about it felt… right. So, I let him go on his little adventure. A week later, I got a message: “My daughter loves the duck! She