When I was visiting a friend in Oregon a few years, ago we stopped at an outdoor market in Yachats. I purchased some handmade soaps & loved how they looked & really enjoyed bathing with them. That was the beginning. I couldn't resist finding out how soap was made. I must acknowledge & give thanks to the thousands of you who generously shared your soap making knowledge online & in tutorials. I curiously absorbed your ideas, recipes, books, pictures & scoured the problem solving forums. You all mentored me to discover how to make cold process soap. For many months the kitchen resembled a lovely smelling, messy, creative zone of wonderful ingredients that I had never thought to mix together. Many unpredictable disasters kept me humbled, however the batches that resembled soap after 30 days soap were the reward. I started giving away the 'better' bars.. as people asked for more, n.m.boyd soaps emerged. Our palm free soaps are an alchemy of rich oils & luxurious shea, mango or cocoa butters. We add nature's colorants of clays, honey, aloe vera, coconut milk, herbs or flowers to the various recipes . n.m.boyd soaps feel so nourishing on your skin & make bathing a very refreshing & uplifting time.
Boyd Soaps & Designs also celebrate making pillow covers. Recently while at a vintage fair in Willows, I spotted a plain burlap pillow with a pocket...I sensed a very active curiosity was coming alive. I started observing all the creative pillow styles & couldn't resist making some. I enjoyed sewing burlap.. Again thanks to all you who have such inspiring creations in the market place, on etsy & pinterest. I acknowledge your genius & generosity that has inspired us to create our pillows & cushions.. We have adapted your creative ideas, tweaked a design & enjoyed adding our own flair. It is fun to add inspiring quotes on the pillow covers to make any room or garden space come alive.
Who is n.m.boyd? It is one of "those"family idiosyncrasies. It stands for "Nebber mide boyd"(translated never mind boy/girl), which was the elixir Dad uttered for anything that caused upset in the family when we were growing up. He said it if you stubbed a toe, were the last again in an athletic event, were on duty for peeling pots of potatoes, lost your homework or never did it, misplaced pocket money or had to do dishes for another night when it clearly was not your turn. The sharing of "nebber mide boyd" was Dad's band aid, the ointment that was supposed to take care of the problem. One knew his incantation was supposed to soothe whatever was wrong."Boyd" was gender less as the family had 4 boys & 3 girls. When Dad passed away, Mum had "Nebber Mide Boyd" etched on his gravestone. It is now the eternal balm..the perfect name to call our soaps.