Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Kate has taken this notion of "soap as art" to a whole new level.
Each early morning Jane and Kate grab a stiff coffee to chat about the coming day. There they sit in our living room during pre-dawn darkness like theater-goers, peering expectantly out the huge picture window to the infinite rolling-prairie ranch lands. Then right on cue another great South Dakota sunrise explodes upon the horizon. Roy G Biv could just cry.
Each early morning Jane and Kate grab a stiff coffee to chat about the coming day. There they sit in our living room during pre-dawn darkness like theater-goers, peering expectantly out the huge picture window to the infinite rolling-prairie ranch lands. Then right on cue another great South Dakota sunrise explodes upon the horizon. Roy G Biv could just cry.
So what does one do to memorialize this daily "routine"?
Make soap.
Yup. Dakota Sunrise soap.
And that's just what Kate did. She and the Black Crow put their heads together. Kate poured some random soap-mixin's in to a tray and set the tray on the window sill during sunrise Then she let Black Crow caw-caw his special sunrise incantation, the way only crows can.
And this is what developed. What do you think? Did The Black Crow get it right?
Make soap.
Yup. Dakota Sunrise soap.
And that's just what Kate did. She and the Black Crow put their heads together. Kate poured some random soap-mixin's in to a tray and set the tray on the window sill during sunrise Then she let Black Crow caw-caw his special sunrise incantation, the way only crows can.
And this is what developed. What do you think? Did The Black Crow get it right?
1 comments:
Beautiful! I bet the soap smells wonderful also. - Dad
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