Growing up, my family never had candles because my parents generally understood that my brothers and I would use any open flames in the house to set our youngest brother on fire. Also my dad hated any smell that wasn’t whale bones or microwaved hominy. Recently I’ve decided that hey, I’m an adult, I have a cute house, I like pretty smells — maybe it’s time to give the whole candle thing a try. So I consulted my candle-loving friends, I rearranged my shelves, I spent a small fortune, and guess what? I have three candles burning right now, as I write this. I think I’ve officially become a candle person. Here’s what I’ve learned along the way … Keep reading »
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