Monday's Child...

I like candles. A lot. Way too much, even. I just love the yellow of fire light, and the fire itself. I could watch it like a pyro for hours, probably. It's also ridiculously fun to watch candles melt. The tea-candles that turn into little transparent pools, and the big wide ones that carve themselves through from in inside out, and then my favorite, the novelty-shaped ones that melt all strangely, with squishy jack-o-lantern faces or whatever.

During the Great Purge, my mom found this old cup my great-gran got me when I was born, so I decided to turn it into a candle!

Course, I didn't really plan on melting candles to make another one, so I ended up with a big fat mess and several burns on my hands.

I actually did go to Niagra Falls, but I found that cup at a Seattle estate sale

On a related note, I really need a lighter. One of those cool, cigar-lighting ones that last for a long time. The only person with a working lighter in the house is my dad, and it's a pain having to hunt it down every time I want to set something on fire. Did that sound odd?