🌊Where the Water Slows: Two Soaps from the Same Riverbed
- Hugging Bubbles MT
- Aug 1
- 2 min read
Not far from home, there’s a bend in the Bitterroot River where the water hushes. It’s a place we return to when the air warms and the cottonwoods sway. There, the current thins, the silt settles, and time does what it rarely does — it pauses.
We gathered sand from that quiet stretch — slowly, by hand — and brought it back grain by grain, rinsed in river light and sieved until soft. What we took wasn’t just texture. It was memory. Weight. Stillness.
From that one basket of sand came two bars. Both hold the Bitterroot’s sediment — but each tells its own story.
✨ Sediment of Light
A golden facial bar for slow mornings
This one begins gently: camellia oil infused with wild dandelion, golden jojoba, soft mango butter, and a drop of raw honey. It’s laced with the finest grains of Bitterroot sand — sifted again and again until only the softest remained.
There’s a hush to this bar. A meadow-like sweetness. A faint glow. It’s for cheeks kissed by too much wind, for the skin around stories. Unscented but quietly floral, it leaves only the lightest trace — like a sunbeam at the edge of your eye.
🌊 Riverglass Solstice
A sculpted body bar for bold hands and sun-warmed skin
Here the same sand becomes storm. This bar is shaped like a riverbank in motion: midnight sediment below, blue current above, and a sky that shifts depending on where you look.
It’s infused with calendula and dandelion, anchored by oils that hold firm even in summer heat. The scrub is generous — never harsh, but present. The kind that leaves you feeling returned to yourself after a long day in the garden or sun.
🌾 From One Place, Two Stories
We didn’t plan to make two soaps. But the sand had different things to say.
Sediment of Light carries the stillness. Riverglass Solstice remembers the motion.
Both began at the same place — that bend in the river where time pools and the earth offers something back. Where hands slow, and the world, briefly, feels whole.
Before the Lather, There Was Stillness
Long before these bars were shaped, we walked the riverbed — gathering sand with slow hands and woven cloth. That same sand now lives on in two forms: one, a golden facial bar kissed with honey and dandelion; the other, a bold swirl of storm and scrub, made for sun-warmed skin and wild movement.
To see where it all began — the place, the process, the hush — step back with us for a moment.
One of each, pls! I’ll go pick them up at the farmers market as usual, thx.