28
Mar 14

Member Spotlight – Handcrafted Soap and Cosmetic Guild

We are honored to be this months Member Spotlight on the Handcrafted Soap & Cosmetic guild.  It is the only international non-profit trade association promoting the benefits of handcrafted soap and cosmetics. 

Ed. Note: When we asked Maryclaire Mayes, founder of Alabu Skin Care, for Alabu’s founding story, her response was so nicely put we decided to publish it in its entirety. Grab a mug of tea, sit back, and enjoy!

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“People always ask me how we got into the adventure of our natural skin care business. I always thought I was born a century too late. I always liked the old fashion way of doing things and sometimes doubted that “progress” was going in the right direction. I longed for the horse and buggy days when life was slower and people lived with the rhythms of the earth. Maybe my way of thinking about living is a bit unconventional…I’m ok with that. Listening to my folks and helping in our family garden, I learned about organic gardening – before it was called that. We helped mom preserve what we grew and enjoyed the profits of our hard work long after the harvest. I tried to learn from my parents’ wise ways. I developed a lifelong interest in keeping life simple, happy and clean.

I grew up, met my husband, and had two wonderful children, still dreaming of the simple self-sufficient lifestyle. As the children grew, we got our son chickens and our daughter two milk goats. She really wanted a horse but my practical side said they don’t give milk or eggs, pretty as they are, they just eat. So our days were filled with taking care of animals, gardening, preserving, maple sugaring, and sewing. We became deeply rooted in our rich but simple life.

On a sunny winter day in 1997, a friend, my goat mentor, recruited my help on a soap-making project. She had nine milking does and was drowning in goat milk. She was selling it, freezing it, making cheese and yogurt, but she had gallons more and was hoping she could use it up to make soap too. Her first attempt was a nasty mess and she said she needed my moral support to try it again. She added that it would be a good chemistry lesson for our homeschooled children. I jumped at the chance to see my friend, try something new and have a science field trip for the kids. As we crowded into her kitchen equipped with goggles and gloves, she explained how lye combines with oils to make soap.

We waited weeks for the soap to cure. At first, I was a little afraid to try it, remembering some harsh handmade soap my great Uncle used to bring us when we were kids. But trusting my friend’s explanation on how handcrafted soaps today have really progressed and why old fashion soaps tended to be harsh (they were making their own lye from wood ashes and could never be sure about the strength of it), I put it in the shower. I was so surprised; I had never realized how drying commercial “soaps” (most are actually detergents) were to my skin. No more coming out of the shower and having your skin feel like it shrank. No more flaking and itching. I was definitely hooked on making my own soaps. I was hooked on this unconventional way to be clean. I made it for my family and started giving it away as gifts. The response was overwhelming. Everybody loved my soap.

I am a natural researcher and I was curious if all handmade soaps were as wonderful as mine or was it something about the goat milk that made my skin feel so soft and nice. I started buying other handmade soaps and found that goat milk was a superior soap to any other soap I had tried.

My husband Dean convinced (nagged) me that we should go into business selling my soap. And that’s how Alabu was born. I soon was researching and trying to learn all I could about making the best soap possible. The more I learned, the more I was sure I never wanted to use commercial “soaps” again. I started to read soap labels. I found that most of the ingredients had nothing to do with cleansing, and could be irritating to your skin and really didn’t fit my philosophy of the simple life and avoiding unnecessary chemicals.

Alabu has always been a family effort. First our daughter Nell helped out milking the goats and then with wrapping and fragrance choices for soaps. Our son Hal was not as excited. You can imagine how thrilled a 10-year-old boy (who loved to dig tunnels and play in the dirt) was that his mom was making soap. But Hal had also inherited his dad’s geeky side. When he wasn’t getting dirty he was sitting on his dad’s lap infatuated with the computer. Remarkable as it seems he started helping his dad with our webpage around 11 years old. He went on to do all our graphic design work too. Time went on and children grow up. Nell went off to college and got married. Hal went to college but continued his involvement via the Internet. When he came home he became an integral part of Alabu’s growth. Over the next 6 years, he spearheaded our expansion with many new ideas, growing our offering of natural skin care products and all things Alabu. His friends even called him Halabu! Then it happened. Hal met the love of his life and planned to get married. He could see his departure coming and we worked out a plan for this new transition. Now Hal is happily married and we couldn’t be happier for him and his bride. Hal hasn’t forgotten us. He still helps us out when he can.

Dean and I are still here and natural has continued to be at the forefront of our business and lifestyle. Our lives have always been filled with unconventional ways of living naturally. We go to extraordinary lengths to use quality; clean ingredients to bring you effective natural skin care products. As someone who cares a lot about being healthy and clean, I can assure you that you’ll love these products. Visit our blog for more stories of our unconventional adventures.”

In business for 14 years (and an HSCG member for 13!), find Alabu Skin Care’s goat milk soap, natural moisturizers, lotions and lip balms online and in stores around the country. For sweet happenings on the farm, funny musings, and the occasional soap-related update, follow Alabu Skin Care on Facebook and Twitter.

Thanks, Maryclaire, for your long-time support of the Guild and for sharing your incredible story with us!


31
Oct 13

View From My Window – November 2013

941295_10201484812496272_809576386_nThis isn’t quite the view from my window, but I am so excited to be able to follow my big brother’s journey; sailing their new home, a 36 foot sailboat, down to the Florida Keys for the winter. He and his wife left NJ September 30 and started their voyage south. They hope to make it down to Marathon in the Florida Keys by Dec 1st, sort of trying to keep ahead of the  winter weather coming down from the north.  They have had quite an adventure so far, engine trouble, playful porpoises showing up to guide them to port, more engine trouble,  waiting for a submarine to pass, being dwarfed by large ocean going tankers, going through locks, draw bridges  and The Dismal Swamp! that apparently is not dismal at all. They are so thankful that they have been meeting lots of friendly people along the way. I love the fact that they took the leap of faith; sold their business and their house and bought a sailboat. They are living their dream and are having so much fun doing it together.


07
Aug 13

Planting “Our” Garden and the Killdeer

Killdeer faking itSo I finally put my foot down and moved planting “our” garden to the top of “my” list. (Yes, “our is in parenthesis for a reason…read on.) I knew we would be getting rain for the next few days, at least that was the latest “guess” I had heard the weatherman say. All last week when I thought I might be able to make time to plant, it was just so hot, it was in the 90’s and I thought my plants would die as soon as I planted them.  I wanted to wait for better weather. I believe that cloudy with an extended period of rain expected, it was a perfect time to plant.

The killdeer was the only thing holding me back.

Their nest was right next to one of my highest raised beds. I started in my lowest bed but that made the killdeer get off her nest and complain… loudly; I tried to ignore her.  I planted several rows of lettuce, beets, carrots and tomatoes. Then I had to move up to the next bed. I planted peppers, some jalapeño but mostly sweet. I moved up to my last bed, right next to the nest. Now both Killdeer were complaining, feigning broken wings and making a racket to draw me away. It was pretty hard to ignore at that point, but I was determined to finish before the rains came and I had missed my opportunity.

Then I left to go and get a rake and Dean came outside to meet me at the garage on the other side of the house. It was a little chilly with no sun and Dean told me he was getting worried that I was taking so long. I was so very sore and tired about this time, and I thought how sweet he is worried about me. Awwww! But no he was worried about the killdeer eggs! The mother had been off them a long time and he was worried they were cold. He wasn’t worried about me, my aching back, or my planting “our” garden.

Yes my husband is an animal lover. We had a cat for 17 years that I always said was his mistress. He wanted me to stop so she could go back to her eggs and warm them up. But I was so close to being able to complete my task, so I pushed on through his taunts of being so cold hearted for the killdeer babies. I finished planting “our” garden through the killdeer complaints and the husband complaints. Only then were the killdeer able to go back and sit on their nests. I did not tell the killdeer to make their nest next to ‘Our” garden. Am I a bad person?


11
Jul 13

Hummingbirds I have known

hummingbirdHummingbirds have always fascinated me. Seems that nature has always fascinated me though, huh?! No wonder I started a natural goat milk soap company. I became a student of hummingbirds 7 years ago after my daughter’s wedding. Her roommate from college had come all the way from Holland to be in her wedding. She and her husband stayed with us after the wedding and she gave me two hummingbird feeders as a gift. I was thrilled and put them up right away. We were all surprised that within 30 minutes we had a hummingbird at the feeder. More surprising was that these cute little birds were fierce warriors protecting their territory from each other.

I don’t know why they put more than one hole on a hummingbird feeder because they are only going to eat one at a time. I sometimes think they spend more time chasing each other than they do eating. On occasion I have rescued one that got stuck in our screening on our porch. They get so focused chasing another hummingbird that they fly into the screen and get their beak right through it! I carefully push it back out and they are off again.

We enjoy sitting on the porch and watching the males show off for the females. It goes something like this; the female will sit in the audience in one of the bushes by our porch. Then a male or two will take turns flying up and back in a huge arch; back and forth taking breaks to chase each other away.  At some point someone decides the show is over and they all disappear.

Once I found an exhausted hummingbird in our garage. I carefully picked him up; he didn’t look like he was going to make it. I brought him into Dean and he decided he would feed him drops of sugar water from his finger out on our back porch. It was a good thing Dean did it outside because as soon as the hummingbird revived he was off. It was interesting that for about 3 days a hummingbird came to our back porch window. I think he was looking for a hand out. But it tickled Dean that he came back.


10
Jul 13

Horses: My Love and My Bully

My Bully (1)My mother grew up loving horses and when we moved to the country we always had a barn full of horses. Horses were my best friends growing up and when I left home I worked at racetracks and breeding farms for the first three years on my own. It wasn’t until my children were almost grown that we ended up getting horses ourselves. We carefully searched and rode many horses before we decided on two that were not only beautiful but we deemed safe to ride and work around.

One of our horses, Sir Bay’s Fascination, (Facsi for short) has always had a bit of an attitude. Although she would never hurt people; she likes to have her own way if she can get away with it.  Mostly she argues about food. She lives for eating. Right now she lives with the goats because she bullied the last horse we had. We don’t dare put her together with our little pony Caddy, he thinks he is big and tough and would tell her, “make my day”(in horse speak of course). Fasci would not take kindly to being challenged and I’m afraid Caddy would get hurt.

But Fasci has always been kind to her goats.  She shares her hay with them and lets them push her around. So I was surprised to see her standing in the stall door with all the goats outside in the rain. The goats hate the rain. I can tell when it is starting to rain because there is a small stampede of goats headed to the barn.  It has been raining a lot lately. Today I watched Ruth (our most stubborn goat) trying to get past Fasci into the cover of the barn. Fasci was putting on her best mean face, ears back and shaking her head at the persistent goat. The goat slipped past her into the stall a few times. Fasci would turn around and disappear into the stall and Ruth would scoot back out. Fasci was right behind, resuming her post as door guard again. This happened several times. The goats were all crowded up against the side of the barn trying to escape the rain looking miserable. Finally Fasci gave up and went back out to the pasture. We are guessing she wanted to eat in the rain and was trying to make them come out and keep her company.

Fasci is 23 years old and not likely to change but I love her, even when she is ornery. Funny thing is her caring for our goats in a strange way is her caring for this great soap we make.

Do you have horses you love and a crazy story about one of them?