Lemme Get my Wax on

Very recently, I have become enthralled with a little ditty called "Pinterest.com" Over Thanksgiving, my boyfriend's brother's wife, also known as Mrs. P in this blog, mentioned the site to me. It made sense and sounded intriguing, however, by the time I made it a point to become familiar with this virtual pin board, the idea had already escaped my mind. Thankfully, Kathy Lee Gifford, slurred something mentioning Pinterest recently while hula hooping on the Today Show. (Good one, 4th segment). That for me, was the beginning of the end.

Upon entering the .com idea of a high school cork board, I was welcomed with everything you could imagine. Recipes for chocolate chip cookie-dough brownies, Gucci peep toe booties on sale, websites featuring DIY everything from living room painting to specific brush-stroke-techniques to ensure maximum paint coverage. There are hair tutorials, nail painting tutorials, how-to-tie-a-tie tutorials....and if you like it, you "pin it." Since I'm obviously behind on conforming to most (duh, not all, I do recognize that I am blogging) social media forums, (Facebook, wha?!?), I have not taken up on creating my personal board; though, I truly enjoy seeing everything "pinned" on there. Like using your friends email and password to Facebook stalk old fatties you went to high school with. (No, silly, I don't do that).

(Honestly, while referencing the page for accurate information, I find myself logging on to a "how-to-apply-silver-eye shadow- properly" link...WTF, addicting)!

Even more than Parmesan baked broccoli or crock pot chicken tacos, I found something so alluring that I was compelled to take action and attempt. Yup, I'm going to make my own candles! Sure, purchasing ready made wax lights might be cheaper, less time consuming, and perhaps even smell better. It does concern me that the potential to burn my home or my cat down is higher. But c'mon, why spend fifty cents on 3 votives when I can spend almost 40 dollars on supplies that may lead me to make my own candle. (No, it's not pluralized...just.one.candle).

So on my day off, this gal went in search of tools. I have imagined this house smelling of warm vanilla sugar and seeing ivory candles placed everywhere. Bathroom, kitchen, nightstand- you name it, I have IMAGINED candles on it. (Clearly, I also envision living in a pristine white mansion). While sifting through every product the craft store entertained me with, I stumbled upon an actual candle making isle. (So, maybe this is more of a popular idea then it was first conceived to be). Even better, while choosing between wax, (either flake or brick) and wick size, (who knew bigger isn't always better), I drop my gaze to the very bottom shelf. Low and behold there is a freaking candle making kit- complete with the wicks, container, wax, dye, magical scent, and special pouring pot!!! Shiver me timbers, I almost squealed like a small child on Christmas.

Walking to the cash register, the novelty of candle making seemed wear off a tad. The thought of so many people already doing this (so many that they actually have a damn kit for this stuff) tainted my buzz; just a bit. Perhaps the initial buzz kill came from the display of candles piled a mile high on clearance by the check-out counter. Do I really just have a craving to boil wax? All of this, nevertheless allowed me to conclude that I don't care. I'm going to make the hell out of some candles, and maybe I'll even quilt a blanket afterwards, before adopting 6 more cats and going to bed at 7 pm.

This will go on my 'Do Something New Everyday' list...(that I will begin after I make candles, naturally). At least I've taken away some saucy recipes for dinner from the Internet collage board. The boyfriend sure does love a woman who can cook- now we just have to find him a woman who can clean!