It's Time To Burn My $200 Candle
The Sunday Roundup #15: My Diptyque candle and I have been in a two year relationship and it's time to let go.
A year and a half ago I blacked out in a Diptyque and bought a $200 candle.
If you also want to make a huge mistake, this is the candle.
It’s scent? Gorgeous. Light, yet rich. Clean, yet sharp. That’s what the wax smells like, at least. I’ve never once brought fire to the wick.
I purchased this huge, pink candle with my friend Michelle, who’s usually a wonderful enabler: “Should I have another margarita?” “Yes.” “Do I need this dress?” “It is really cute…”
Not even Michelle pretended I should buy this candle.
“Should I do it?” I asked her about ten times in the store. I kept circling it, holding it, looking at the price, putting it down, and then doing it all again. I was drawn to this candle as if it were the one ring to rule them all.
“It’s REALLY expensive for a candle,” Michelle wisely advised.
“But it’s so gorgeous,” I protested.
“I don’t think you should buy it.”
It was fuel for me to disobey. She ignited the Sagittarius within. I will buy this candle, and I will love it like a child