morning calm

I've been anxiously awaiting the arrival of these pretty soaps from Hwasoon at Morning Calm. I love her shop. Her photography is lovely and clean (which is what all of us want our skin to be and far from what mine has been lately. Stress? Hormones? A lack of hormones? I'm still trying to get to the bottom of it). 

The soaps are making their way from the other side of the world - but I do hope they get here soon. I cannot wait to try them! I ordered the French White Clay soap and one of her bundles of Happy Endings soaps. 

I am planning to pay my uncle a visit today. I would have really liked to bake him a yummy treat, but with my dumb little injury, it makes it a bit difficult. I tried last night and it all just got too messy. I've found that without a thumb, putting on a bra, buttoning a coat or shirt and washing my hair are all difficult if not almost impossible tasks. Perhaps with more practice I would master it. (After all, Aron Ralston cut off his own arm and he seems to be getting along just fine. My dad was watching him on a game show the other night; he was winning thousands of dollars for accomplishing all sorts of funny things that I'm sure I couldn't do even with two hands.) I will refrain from complaining when I visit Unc today, though. I'm embarrassed to admit to him how painful a thumb-in-a-door is to me when he has far worse and entirely more traumatic injuries than myself. 

Maybe I'm a bigger baby than I thought.