Mother Earth’s Garden

The disaster of another hobby!

by Rebecca on March 14th, 2007

I must comment on my own stupidity today! In addition to gardening, I work a lot with candles and scents. I absolutely love woody earthy smells, and one of my favs to keep around the house is cedar. I buy this concentrated scent by the bucket load. In an effort to keep the smoke from all our candles to a minimum, I’ve taken to adding a bit of wax and scent directly to a small ceramic crock pot specially designed for this purpose. My husband caught me putting red wax in this warmer the other day, and questioned my decision to put it on top of a desk in our bed room since we have so much other stuff up there. At the time he was worried about one of our cats knocking it off. “Nonsense!” I said. “I’ll just turn it off when we aren’t home. They don’t get up here when we are around.” No risk of them tipping over the wax if it’s hard, right? And it was in the best spot in the room, for the scent to go up and hit the ceiling fan. Alas, I should have listened to him. In the end it was my clumsiness he should have been more worried about. We were home, so naturally the warmer was on, and had been on for a while. I was looking for a book in a box under the desk and caught the cord hanging off the edge. Down came the warmer, the lid broke, and dark red, warm, liquid wax went everywhere! I was absolutely splattered from head to toe, and a basket of laundry sitting next to the desk was hit, as well as a yellow back pack I had taken down earlier that day. The desk of course was covered too. Miraculously most of the wax missed the carpet, so no harm was done there. My husband came running in, having heard me scream from being splattered with wax, saw all the red, and immediately thought I had cut myself on something! It looked like some one had been murdered, there was so much red! I have my doubts that the pot could have even held that much wax, but alas, I will never know now. Very kindly my hubby helped me clean up the mess, and not once did he say I told you so, so kudos’ to him. But now, no matter if I wanted to or not, the room always smells of cedar. Ah, well, at least I don’t have to warm any more wax for a while!

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