Unusually, I do not have much to say at the moment. My head is full but there are no words or pictures in it, just tasks and chores that must be done. The cold weather continues. My skin is the envy of all Night Dwellers; my hair has the texture of sheep's wool and the appearance of a badly constructed jack daw's nest. My dad remarked that I looked tired. He never notices anything so for him to say that, I must look pretty bad.
My knight in shining armour has not yet come to claim my hand and whisk me away on his tractor to a rambling farmhouse on the edge of a woodland, and if he did, he would have to wait so long while I put on enough sensible clothing for the journey, he'd get bored and wander off.
I love pale pastel colours, so I make my candles in these shades. I love lace, ribbons, papers and all manner of pretty things, so I use these ideas to adorn my candles. And I love a potpourri kind of scent; delicate and clean, that lifts the air rather than hangs in it and a scent that reminds you it's there when you move around the room. This is what I want from my candles, even when they are not burning, so that is how I make them.
Please, please, please let me know what you think about candles, they need your support!
Thank you for visiting my Windy Island and I hope you have a lovely day. xxx