Things are getting complicated.

It's not the soap making part that's causing me to come violently awake in the middle of the night wondering if I put lye water in the coffee pot or used that lump of shea butter to fry chicken. It's the paperwork and the marketing strategies. Yesterday I spent two hours downloading and then READING 24 pages of "stuff" from the state of Oklahoma on getting a tax license. A tax license! I don't want a tax license! Now I am pretty sure the state will be interested in what I fixed for supper, or maybe that I didn't fix anything at all for my sweet husband who works so hard

everyday teaching and farming. Somehow they'll know that I made soap and not pork chops...and there will be a tax on it. And then there's a lingering (and I know, irrational) fear that they will tax me if I don't generate enough taxes. After all, I did sign a whole bunch of stuff, then I got it all notarized, and then I even mailed it off to Oklahoma City.

I have managed to find my soap a first home, though. There is a brand new little shop on the square in Altus called "Dora Lou's Place." Inside there are lots of smaller "businesses" with many different themes. It is darling. It is gonna be trendy. It has an old fashioned tin ceiling and wonderful wooden floor. It has character, and it will be the first place I market Two Peacocks Soaps.

Keith is going to help me make a beautiful display cabinet; I am waiting patiently for my business cards to come in so I can wrap the soaps in a cute and, hopefully, irresistible manner; I am trying desperately to stay on top of ordering supplies and keep good records on both recipes and expenses; I need to get a website going soon, and I think I need to make a little more soap. Help me, Henry.