Nae soap shall touch thee

Grum (Grandmom's mother, and Our Scottish Connection) had no soap in her house: only Palmolive dishwashing liquid.

Why? It's a great mystery to me. Did she just like the smell? But oh, when I was a wee tiny and we visited her in her little house in Snow Hill, MD, I thought it was a crazy/awesome thing. Green soap! For the dishes! There was a bottle by every sink and in both tubs: instant bubble bath, every time.

I liked how it made my hair feel thick and straw-like. (Obviously, this was before I knew anything about hair care.) I liked to draw designs with it on my skin. I must have wasted it terribly.

She always had something with which to wash the dishes AND herself. I thought it was admirably efficient.

Now, of course, I think EUW! But I think of it every time I pass the dish soap at the grocery store.