I have an addiction.
The atmosphere they give, the trance-like state they can put you in, the aroma some can give.
Candles are my weakness (and chocolate). Oh and candle-holders (but not chocolate candle-holders…)
Throw flowers into the mix too and I’m happily yours!
Mainly of the tea light variety.
However, in the main I find that they can be over-priced. Which is why whenever I see candles on offer (especially pretty ones or vanilla scented ones), I grab a stash.
So, finding myself with time for ‘me’, I went to our local garden centre cafe, armed with a book, chocolate(!) shortbread and a nice cup of herbal tea. After I sank myself into the nice, comfy seat and had my fill of reading, I meandered back towards the exit. En route, I stumbled upon a couple of stands declaring ‘half price’.
A rummage revealed boxes of pretty tealight holders. There were 16 of them going for 99p. I love the little inscription on some of them:
Smile. It’s the same in any language.
As if I needed any more persuasion, I grabbed the box and off I went with a big smile on my face (after paying obviously!)
When our little girl saw them, she read the ‘smile’ inscription and said, “is it really the same in any language?” To an extent of course it is, but I love her literal take on a profound quote.
The candle holders are now dotted randomly around our home, so our home is full of smiles 🙂
Do you like candles and other things pretty? Have you landed yourself a candle bargain? I’d love to hear about it in the comments below 🙂
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She sits there and scratches and scratches some more,
She’s clinging to hope til it’s almost red-raw,
Something’s under her skin and it’s itching away,
It’s burning, it’s yearning and it’s here to stay.
It won’t leave her alone, it keeps grabbing at her,
She can’t keep it away, it’s the feeling, the lure
The feeling of desperation to go back for more,
It’s got her into skin, right down to her core.
It gets under her nails, forever ingrained,
Etched as a sign to all she’s self-maimed,
The desperation, the hope, the frustration each day,
This scratchcard’s ‘the one’, she’s addicted to ‘play’…
By Carol Cameleon
The inspiration for this poem came after seeing a lady sitting outside a cafe, the look of desperation on her face as she worked her way through a handful of scratchcards she had on the table in front of her. It was a balance of probabilities that she would have a winning ticket – which she did. She popped into the shop next door to the cafe to get another, leaving her young child slumbering in the pushchair that was clearly too small for it. This is not a poem where I’m judging her… it’s a poem about making your own luck. You see, as much as I know about maths (which is not alot!), I do know that if you do enough of these things, you’re likely to win ‘something’ eventually… until your luck runs out and then it really gets under your skin…
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Following on from a previous blog post ‘Just a little observation’, I bring you little observation #2 !
All you need is a coin. A 2 pence piece probably works best but it you’re really desperate, really determined and focussed, really addicted, a fingernail will do. or a pen lid. In fact anything with a reasonably sharp, sturdy edge.
Sitting in a cafe waiting for the hair dressers to open after the school run, a lady wheels her pushchair up, parks it up outside the cafe, lights up a cigarette and gets out a scratchcard. She is a little unkempt, thin and her wirey hair could do with a good brush and maybe even a wash. Her eyes are focussed on the prize… which she doesn’t win.
I then watch her leave her little one (who is about 18 months old) in the pushchair, leg it to the cash point, then leg it to the shop to get… another handful of scratchcards.
She is clearly desperate to win as she furiously scratches away… maybe it’s her birthday, maybe she’s feeling lucky. Something tells me not. Maybe she’s just plain desperate and quite possibly addicted.
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