See this? I freakin own one. So there.

How mean how dang cute is that?

At church, we do secret sisters. Because it says so in the bible or something. And because I have the most awesome secret sister in the history of secret sisters (Dear SS: I love you and want to be BFFs with you for all time. Love, Emily)(I mean, she really has gone above and beyond...itunes cards...candy) she gifted me that little glass filled jar with egg soaps on Easter. OMG! Eggs! On Easter! I just got it! Oh, Secret Sister, you are so clever.

Now, until this point I have not been a huge fan of the brown and blue phenomenon. Everything in my house is black. Because I like being depressed I suppose. BUT this little jar of robin's egg soaps has changed my life! Now, I want to totally redo my bathroom around these soaps. Actually, I tried to talk Colin into buying a new house so I could have a guest bathroom, so I could decorate it around my soaps. Because the bathroom that I would redecorate would be the kids bathroom. And let's face it, that's like throwing your pearls before swine. He wasn't into buying a new home for the sake of the soap.

Secret Sister, you have inspired me! One way or another, I will have a new bathroom. And at the center, will be my soap. That no one is allowed to use. Ever.