The first thing you might notice is that it's not in a kitchen -- it's in my basement. Nor is in on 8th Street. My first batch of soap was made in my kitchen on 8th Street in Brooklyn, circa 2000, so at the time the name was accurate. I never seriously expected my soap to get into the hands of anyone but friends and family; at the time I wasn't exactly concerned about the longevity of the name. But the name stuck.

The biggest compliment I've ever gotten was from my friend's daughter, Clara. She lives across the alley from me, so she knows my house isn't on 8th Street here. I recently discovered that for the last 2 years she'd been operating on the assumption that every day morning when I left for work, I was going to some big soap factory on 8th Street (where I most likely employed scores of oompa-loompahs). She looked so disappointed when she saw the real "factory"! Still, I like it. Christmas lights make it cozy, and I can crank the tunes and make a mess whenever I want.

What does your workspace look like, my fellow Mutineers?