I can't resist candles. If it smells like cloves, pumpkin, hippies, tea, oranges, plumeria, or sugar, it will be mine...oh yes, it will be mine. The catch is that I'm pyrophobic so I don't really like to have candles lit unless they are under constant supervision. I'm actually kind of impressed that the wicks are burnt on these three. I blame George! He doesn't share my obsession with fire safety.
Anyway, I basically own a lot of good-smelling wax. So I'm going to pare down the collection a little bit. (But NO WAY am I ever getting rid of my Capri Blue candles that smell like Hawaii!)
DESTINATION: Trash.
It pains me. I just like owning candles for some reason. Any psychologists out there?
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