She's Fresh?

 

If smelling clean is important to you (and especially if it isn't) be sure to try Lancome's

Savon Fraîchelle Invigorating Body Cleansing Gel.  It's great for a quick sea side escape (without the long drive or sand in your shoes).

 

Strange that this cleanser - which reminds me of the sea - should be named "Fresh Soap". 

 Fresh it would seem, originally meant "unsalted".

(Is that what the Kool Bell brothers were thinking about in 1983?)

 

Breathing in the cool fragrance, I skip over a gang of definitions: "newly acquired", "bright", "clear", "chilly", "invigorating" and "alert"  -

 and find myself intrigued by the Northern English colloquial usage:

"partially intoxicated; typsy"

 

Yes... that just about sums it up. It's pretty strong stuff.

(Aloe vera, chamomile, green florals and botanical extracts help keep it clean.)

 

~ Soap Whispers ~

 

Time Out

 

Two minutes left in the football game. 

Unable to take in the excitement any more, I've retreated to the bath... to the calming cleanse of

Bath and Body Works Aromatherapy - Eucalyptus & Spearmint Stress Relief Body Wash.

Centering. Relaxing.

Thank God, there's no yelling and screaming in here. 

 ~ Soap Whispers~

Love's Tender Rhyme

Juniper, lemon, rosemary. . .

This was the essence of my bath, as I reflected on the delicate green of Judith Jackson's Vitality Bath and Shower Gel.

Its sensuous, innocent and purifying fragrance whispered  poetic memories of tender moments...  reflections from a pale green practice room when I was piano major in college.  In reminiscence, I went through my archives and retrieved this poem:
 
I could stay forever,

                In the soft green room
 

                 In the corner of the attic.

 

I could stay forever there...

 

When violins have ceased to play,

Or play they may – quite undisturbed,

I’ll dream that I may once more be

  In the soft green room

                In the corner of the attic.

Juniper, lemon, rosemary...

~Soap Whispers~

A Luxurious Privilege

Although I have never been unwashed (for more than a day or two), I can't say I don't appreciate the luxurious privilege of being clean. As I showered today with Trader Joe's "Next to Godliness" Oatmeal & Honey Soap , I thought about how spotlessly clean my mother kept her children. I remembered . . . my sisters and I being called to the bath ~ on sublime summer evenings, with the scent of grass and grime wafting in behind us. Our playmates, lingering at the door, interrogated my mother: “Why do they have to go in before dark?” “Do they HAVE to have a bath EVERY day?” “How do you know when they’re DIRTY?” My mother, bless her heart (and still amused by this), never budged. Loving the bath, I don’t remember minding ~ very much.... And so today, as I felt the indulgent, velvety softness caress my body, its warm sweetness whispered to me… whispered memories of summer evenings, so very long ago. Soap whispers.