Call me intolerant, (and those who know me often do) but I find it very difficult to relax in a dimly lit room not twinkling with at least one
To me candles represent the switch off hour. They are associated with pleasure, with ritual, and with the marking and passage of time and they have been the focus of one of my most enduring collections for more than fifteen years so essential are they to my emotional well-being.
One of my most loved domestic treasures is a large scented paper lined wooden hinged box full of my candley accouterments and when the work is done, when the house is spick and span and the kitchen is swaying in tune to the hum of the washing machine, I putter about with my box under my arm, replacing burnt out candles, scraping wax off candlesticks, trimming wicks, and sprinkling aromatherapy oil into the base of candlesticks and holders for the blessed gift of my signature scent, before collapsing into my dilapidated red armchair with a cup of cherry cinnamon
Tiny little scissors, a blunt knife, small wads of newspaper,
And the Brocante guide to making the most of your candles?
* Don’t burn individual candles for longer than three hours each.
* Sprinkling a little household salt around the top of each
* Put scratched or tired looking pillar candles into the leg of a nylon stocking and roll it about to reduce scratches and revive scent.
* Fitting an elastic band around the neck of a
* Candles spoilt by soot can be cleaned with a soft cloth dipped into methylated spirits.
* In the absence of long matches, awkward to reach candles can be lit with a long piece of uncooked spaghetti.
* Wax can be removed from glass
* Coating the wax of a
* Leftover remnants of candles can be melted down, then rolled newspaper dipped into the molten wax and allowed to dry for use as firestarters…