Doesn’t it look tasty?  Don’t eat it, though; it’s for the bath.  Several weeks ago, I gave a bridal shower for a dear friend’s daughter.  My friend Shanne brought a bouquet of roses in memory of her mother — the roses came from a bush of her mom’s, and Shanne wanted her mom to have a presence at Callia’s shower.  I saved the petals off the roses and threw the rest away.  My hostess gift from Shanne and Callia had a big bunch of dried lavender instead of a bow.  I saved it, too, with a plan to make a sugar scrub.

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