She initially chortled with a bit of laughter but in a misguided attempt to spare my feelings, tried to pretend that she wasn’t laughing at my miserable bath bomb attempts. The conversation went something like this:
Amber: “Wow, I had forgotten um, how many attempts you did at the bath frosting.”
Anne-Marie: (indignant) “Well, it just goes to show you that greatness isn’t achieved in one try. After all…” Amber doubles over with laughter. Anne-Marie is forced to quit her soap boxing.
Amber: (laughing) “Seven tries! Pathetic. And those horrible green sprinkles. What were you thinking?!?”
Anne-Marie: (indignant) “See! This is what you need to do to reach success! Test, test, test! It took me almost four hours with all the recipe compounding, making the batches, washing the dishes …”
Anne-Marie breaks off again as Amber shrieks with laughter, “And you don’t even have a dishwasher!”
She’s right. No dishwasher and many dirty bowls to clean from the Bathcake Debacle. Ah, the glamorous life of an entrepreneur, reduced to washing dishes by hand!