Suspend judgement about children playing with cutlery and nothing-proof pill bottles in the 1970’s. You will appreciate this story more.
Some minds are always creating. Mine is one. Before 3 oz bottles of hand sanitizer and childproof caps were ubiquitous, I “invented” portable handsoap. I was probably 5 or 6 years old.
I’d somehow figured out that I could grind soap bars into powder by lightly scraping a dull blade across the surface. The soap powder could be stored in a small pill bottle and carried anywhere. The answer to soapless bathrooms was here at last, and I had single-handedly discovered it!
Through trial and error I perfected a technique. The trick was not breathing in while I shaved the bar. Washing hands before biting nails was also important. I identified differences in texture and scent that could produce a range of offerings, and announced to my mom that we could sell this stuff and get rich!
She didn’t share my enthusiasm. First she said the powder made her hands a little dry so I need not make more. A cap malfunction in my special-occasion little white patent purse raised portability questions. In the end, I was kindly asked to stop turning the decorative guest soaps and bath bars into dust.
This same restless mind that dreamed of bringing portable hand soap to market took to Facebook Marketplace some months ago to find a small table to refinish. I wanted something decrepit with good bones that could be stripped and bleached and mended and turned into something beautiful.
I dreamt of discovering the grain beneath layers of paint, feeling the bare wood warm and smooth with hand-sanding. I would salvage something unappreciated and turn it into a gem. Then I wanted to flip that baby for cash, because this is the measure of others’ enthusiasm for your job well done.
As is the way of the universe, instead of finding a diamond in the rough, I found what I was looking for in my last 50 searches but had given up on: a gorgeous cabriole desk with handpainted motifs I wouldn’t dream of defacing, at the price I had hoped to pay.
It was a bottle of liquid soap next to my soap powder. I picked it up without even negotiating. My creative itch was satisfied shuffling furniture and furnishings to make it fit in a new space. Looking at it now, I’m not sorry. It has been perfect.
The universe has a way of sending us what we need when we need it. Someday when I least expect it, it will send me something waiting to be transformed.

