I wasn’t sure if the title of this post was going to be about obsession, or just positive affirmation. Still not sure.
“I made you this. Look…it’s you.”
“I made this because you’re the light of my life. I thought that you could be like, a saint, on a saint candle, and that would be pretty cool. But then I thought that you’d be like a candle-goddess, and I, like, put the constellation ‘Cassiopia’ in rhinestones to show your essential divinity. And then I made 40 of them for you. There’s one burning every 30 feet. To light the way to heaven.”
“Well…almost every 30 feet. There was a restraining order for the last 50 yards. ”
I’m hoping that the ACTUAL story here is that Susie was having a real crap day, and mom got all crafty, and found a picture where Susie wasn’t showing too much midrift, got out her beads and baubles, and made her a pick-me-up candle. Which actually DID make her day brighter by a factor of two or three lumens.
The sad part of the story is when she left for college and the candle got thrown into the Goodwill bin, but really, nothing is forever.
Still, it’s a nice candle. Can I have a bery pretty?
Goodwill on Metric and 183, Austin