I didn't really realize how downright cheap I am until my bath this morning.
Yesterday I decided to take a shower in the front bathroom (the shower in my bathroom is broken and I wanted to wash my hair). That room is set up for the Nugget, so there's baby shampoo, baby wash, and her washcloths and towels, so I gathered up some supplies from the bathroom I usually use. I was digging around in my soap stash in the cabinet for extra soap and shampoo. I buy stuff like Dove, Cashmere Bouquet, Casswell-Massey florals, but I never get to use them because Daughter is always giving me gifts of handmade craft soaps, and fragrant oil soaps from India, which I use because she'd be disappointed if she didn't see them out and smell them on me, and she thinks I love them.
I grabbed a Cashmere Bouquet to take to the other bathroom, and had a very happy luxurious-smelling creamy-lathered shower.
So, this morning, bath in my usual bathroom. The soap dish contained an oatmeal-infused block of craft soap Daughter had given me more than a year ago, and an unidentified French-milled scentless blue oval. I groaned and used the craft soap, and for the thousandth time thought about throwing it away and opening a Dove. I wish that stuff would hurry up and get used up, but it lasts forever!
Yeah, I simply cannot throw out a bar of soap until it's so small it falls apart.
Yeah, I am cheap! I just can't do it.
After my bath I had a wonderful idea. I'm going to let those bars dry thoroughly, then wrap them in Saran, put them in the stash, and break out a Dove, or a Casswell-Massey. After I'm dead, Daughter will merrily throw them out, so I don't have to feel guilty.
Oh, and sometime soon I'm going to have to tell her that I don't like "fancy" soaps, so please stop buying them for me. That might take a lot more courage than I have.
The phrase "until it's so small it falls apart" reminded me of something that was a general practice when I was young. Everyone, everyone I knew, anyway, used up every bit of a bar of soap in one of two ways:
- You'd put the worn-down slivers in a jar, and when the jar was 2/3 full you'd pour in boiling water to cover the bits of soap, and they'd melt down and make a liquid soap you could use as a body wash, or to wash lingerie, or your hair, or anything else. For some unknown reason it stayed nice for ages, no mold, no sour.
- Or, you'd knit or crochet or sew a small flat bag, put the chips in it, and use it as an already-soapy washcloth, until the chips were used up, then you'd refill it.
Good theory, but it doesn't explain the zip-lock bags, or washing and reusing aluminum foil, or using both sides of every sheet of paper and making shopping lists on the backs of envelopes bills came in.