so i'm marrying an a-hole. well, i mean. not really. but it gives me the opportunity to offer up this clip:
"so i married an axe murderer," tristar pictures, 1993.
then i get to tell you this story:
matt and i decided to make candles while we were home for the holidays. and they turned out pretty well, actually. he was really great. helping me melt candle wax, plant wicks, and decide scents and colors. then he does this:
matt and i decided to make candles while we were home for the holidays. and they turned out pretty well, actually. he was really great. helping me melt candle wax, plant wicks, and decide scents and colors. then he does this:
| | he told me he was taking a photo. a PHOTO. then he took a video of me posing. a-hole. i'm marrying an a-hole. |
but, like he said, i'm doing it for the crafts. and i'm pretty excited about our candles.
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so let's make some candles.
what you'll need:
heat-resistant containers (we used tea cups and wine glasses)
wax (we used soy)
wicks, trimmed with bottoms (the larger the container, the thicker the wick)
wick stick-ums
wick stabilizer sticks with rubber bands
a double boiler (we used a pyrex measuring cup in a pot, set on a steamer and not the bottom of the pot. it worked.)
what you'll do:
1: wick your jars — take your wick and place a wick stickum on the bottom of the tab. push it down in the center of the bottom of your container, securing it in place.
2: melt the wax — put 1lb of wax in your pot and melt it until you have a golf ball size piece of unmelted wax left and turn off the heat. stir it until the ball of wax melts and add 1oz of scent and color (add small amounts until desired color) to the wax and stir it very well.
3: pour the wax — when the wax looks kinda like a slushie, pour it into your container to within a ¼ inch of the top of the container.
4: adjust your wick — center it, then take your wick stabilizer and slide it over the wick and lay it across the top of your container.
5: finish your candle — let it cure over night and trim the wick to 1/8 inch.
what you'll need:
heat-resistant containers (we used tea cups and wine glasses)
wax (we used soy)
wicks, trimmed with bottoms (the larger the container, the thicker the wick)
wick stick-ums
wick stabilizer sticks with rubber bands
a double boiler (we used a pyrex measuring cup in a pot, set on a steamer and not the bottom of the pot. it worked.)
what you'll do:
1: wick your jars — take your wick and place a wick stickum on the bottom of the tab. push it down in the center of the bottom of your container, securing it in place.
2: melt the wax — put 1lb of wax in your pot and melt it until you have a golf ball size piece of unmelted wax left and turn off the heat. stir it until the ball of wax melts and add 1oz of scent and color (add small amounts until desired color) to the wax and stir it very well.
3: pour the wax — when the wax looks kinda like a slushie, pour it into your container to within a ¼ inch of the top of the container.
4: adjust your wick — center it, then take your wick stabilizer and slide it over the wick and lay it across the top of your container.
5: finish your candle — let it cure over night and trim the wick to 1/8 inch.
there's actually more funny story to that night:
after we made the candles, we made dinner. but i left the wax-covered candle-spoon in the spoon rest on the stove. and my dad "helped" by stirring the mashed potatoes with the wax-covered candle-spoon. then we had waxed mashed potatoes for dinner. and i quote, "these potatoes taste like deodorant."
but my dad ate all of his. and all of the rest of ours. right off our plates. like a child who's been told not to do something and does it deliberately to make a point.
he ate the waxed mashed potatoes. with a smile.
after we made the candles, we made dinner. but i left the wax-covered candle-spoon in the spoon rest on the stove. and my dad "helped" by stirring the mashed potatoes with the wax-covered candle-spoon. then we had waxed mashed potatoes for dinner. and i quote, "these potatoes taste like deodorant."
but my dad ate all of his. and all of the rest of ours. right off our plates. like a child who's been told not to do something and does it deliberately to make a point.
he ate the waxed mashed potatoes. with a smile.
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