Slithers of Soap

Growing up in a large family there are certain things that I got to experience. I never realised how my life might be different to the rest of the planet in the aspect of washing. With only two people in my household now, I realise that not everyone fights with slithers of soap. I took it for granted in my youth.


After 9 people jostling for a spot in the shower, I have very little recollection of using a full cake of soap. Many a morning was spent trying to rescue the largest remaining slither from the wet floor before it vanished down the drain forever. Sometimes I was lucky and there was still a 'beauty sized' remnant of soap left and  shower time seemed much quicker, because there was no need for a soap search. But more often than not, nimble fingers and soapy eyes, made for interesting exercises in the early hours.

Now in my adult world, I rarely get to see the soap slithers, and it's only when hubby goes away for long periods at a time when my fingers realise that they are smaller in their grasp as I have let the soap shrink down past the manageable size, in our shower.

I was curious to see how long I could keep using this specific portion before I relented and got a new bar. Each morning, the memories would rush back into my distracted sleepy mind, as the srinking soap uncovered the grappling of my youth. The fancy gels and bottles which I sometimes use are great, but I must admit that slithers of soap take me to different places of my life long ago.

Who would have thought that memories could be made of this?