So, I am a big Stephen King fan. I'm a New Englander. We watch the Red Sox. We pahk ah cahs in Hahvid Yahd (Actually, I've never seen Harvard Yard. And I spend a good deal of my time in Cambridge. This weird phrase - disguised as a way to make fun of the way we talk - is completely inaccurate! If we could park in Harvard Yard, I'm sure it would be more than the average person could afford. I'd rather take the subway to Harvard Square - which isn't really a square - and taunt Harvard Yard from a distance.). Yes, we talk funny (My ex-husband's parents, who are from Pennsylvania, couldn't understand a word from Good Will Hunting. This concerned me at the time because I wondered how the hell they would be able to communicate with my family. I don't have this worry any more, for obvious reasons. And my boyfriend of the past 3 years is from New England, so he gets it, as does his family.).
Wow, I've really rambled, haven't I?
Right, Stephen King.
I've been looking for a way to honor him in soap. And I've found it.
Strawberries and cream scented soap with spatters and drips of blood.
I am debuting this soap at a Stella Marie spa party on Friday night. Friday the 13th!
(This is a limited edition soap.)
Good news: We accepted the counter-offer on the house! Hello, Providence!