I follow some amazing soapers' blogs: Oil & Butter, Pink Sudz Soaping Diaries, I'd Rather be Soaping, Under the Willow and of course the requisite Brambleberry and Soap and Restless. These women amaze me with their soaps and sometimes, I think, why do I bother? This isn't a cry for sympathy, it's just a statement of fact.
These women are so supportive and encouraging, but as an MP soaper in a sea of CP soapers, I feel like a fraud sometimes. I'm not risking life and skin playing with lye, and I certainly can't do the mica line (can I?) with melt and pour. And I'm not even going to talk about tiger stripes or anything that beautifully complicated.
Then I get a message from one of my oldest and dearest friend, telling me how her mother-in-law really liked the soap my friend had bought from me, and how her 3 year old son was completely distraught about the last of his fish soap going down the drain. This is when I realize, this is one of the reasons why I still enjoy doing making MP soap, because there are people who like them.