I have found a new obsession.
While trimming and labelling my last batch of soap, I got to thinking about some candlemaking supplies passed on to me by my mum awhile back. I really felt the urge to give it a go, so I quickly finished up with my soap labels and carefully assembled my new work area (messy stuff this is).
I spent the next two hours hand dipping these little birthday candles. Of course the process was truly experimental at first, which became much more productive and efficient as I figured out exactly what I was doing. My ethusiasm grew.
I really knew I was onto something when I hung them to cure...
Afterwards while admiring the outcome and visualizing myself heroically adding birthday candles to every manner of dessert for every future celebration with onlookers ooohing and aaaahing and collapsing to the floor in utter amazement, I realized something was missing.
I dashed over to the sewing machine and quickly whipped up this little linen drawstring bag to store them in: The celebratory cake-decorating experience must be complete.
"Ahem... isn't that an awfully small item for such a lot of handiwork?" the Mr asks in cautious confusion.
"Of course not, it's all about the experience," I reply, rolling my eyes at such a ridiculous question.
He thinks I've lost my mind. I think I'll do the same thing all over again next week and love every minute of it. And He will most certainly come around at the very next celebratory dessertfest, of that I am absolutely convinced LOL!