From the Desk of Miss Buffington
Reflections & Fragrances
Thursday, April 18, 2025
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As I was lingering over my coffee this morning and scrolling through social media, I noticed all the #ThrowbackThursday posts folks were sharing. It stirred up so many memories of the early Bathing Buff days—some sweet, some chaotic, and some just downright hilarious. I realized I’ve been carrying around a whole collection of stories that deserve to be shared. So from this day forward, Throwback Thursday will be a regular part of our little journal—a space to reminisce, laugh, and remember how far we’ve come.
And today’s memory?
Well…
Back in the day, when Bathing Buff was still nestled inside The Mart, we used to slice our soaps fresh from long, rectangular loaves and sell them by the ounce. It felt personal—customizable, like picking the perfect slice of cake or loaf of bread.
One afternoon, a woman walked in and asked me, “How much are the soaps?”
I told her, “They’re $1.25 per ounce.” (Give or take—I can’t remember the exact number now.)
She paused, confused. “What do you mean, per ounce?”
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I gently explained that the soaps were cut fresh, and the price depended on the size she chose. I told her it was like buying fudge or a slice of bread at the market. I even picked one up to show her how it worked.
She stared at me, shook her head, and said flatly, “That doesn’t make any sense. The prices should be consistent.”
I tried again—patiently, kindly—but she refused to comprehend the idea. Finally, I smiled and said,
“You’re not ready for the Bathing Buff experience.”
And I politely showed her the door.
I look back on that moment now and smile. Not out of spite, but with a warm appreciation for just how different Bathing Buff has always been. It’s never been about blending in—it’s about slowing down, connecting, and creating a space that feels personal and beautiful.
Now that we’re at Bookcase #54 inside Antiques Market on High, things are a bit more polished. No more slicing at the counter—our soaps are pre-wrapped, gently labeled, and waiting like little treasures on the shelf. But the heart of it all remains the same.
This week, I’ve stocked a few bars of Morning Harvest—a blend of poached pear and cucumber that feels like washing your hands after harvesting herbs from the garden. It’s soft, refreshing, and just the right scent for early spring.
Whether you remember those old days or you’re just discovering us now, I hope you’ll stop by and feel the spirit of Bathing Buff for yourself. And don’t worry—these days, no weighing required.
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Yours in fragrance,
Miss Buffington
