Our Story

🧼 About Me (aka: How It All Went Off the Rails)

It started innocently enough:
A trip to the county fair with my then 7- and 9-year-old kids.
We were debating chickens vs. rabbits for 4H when we wandered into the goat barn.

There they were—four tiny baby goats. Cute. Sweet. Playful. Dangerous.

Game. Over.

That’s when I said the words that changed everything:

“We’re getting goats. I don’t care what your dad says.”

Thirty minutes later, my dear, sweet  kids dutifully repeated that declaration to their father.

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Now, I hear those words echoing in my head as I:
🐐 Trudge through knee-deep snow with a bucket of feed
💩 Play “mud or poop?” (spoiler: it’s always poop)
🫠 Pretend I’m thriving while covered in hay

And yet… somehow, it’s perfect.
Those goats started my journey from suburban physical therapist to a hot mess, goat-herdin’, chicken-wranglin’, soap-makin’ chaos coordinator.

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✈️ The Great Migration

In 2023, we packed up the whole circus—kids, goats, chickens, dogs, cat, and way too much soap-making gear—and moved from Ohio to Missouri.

New dirt, same chaos.

That’s where Sand Ditch Acres ( the name of our farm and goat herd) was reborn: a scrappy little homestead with solar power, an obsession for all things homemade, and goats that refuse to read the fencing manual.

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🧴 And Now... Straw In My Bra

Hi, I’m Tiffany—founder, formulator, and the entire staff at Straw In My Bra.

I make goat milk soaps, lip balms, and lotion bars the old-fashioned way:
By hand. In small batches. Using natural ingredients, essential oils, and milk from my own herd of drama queens.

Everything I make is 100% natural—because I’d rather milk a goat than read a chemical label.

So welcome to Straw In My Bra:
Real homesteading. Real soap. Real annoying bits of straw stuck in places they shouldn’t be.