Some people decorate their homes visually, strewing fake leaves around for fall, some posies for springtime, and maybe a snowman or two in the winter.
The Commodore and I prefer to seasonally scent our apartment.
We go to the so-called mall just over the state border every few months to jointly purchase our new candles. We take these shopping trips very seriously, solemnly marking them down on our Thomas Kinkade Disney calendar. They are not without their hazards; Bath & Body Works, for starters, is in itself a dangerous place for our wallets. Rarely do we make it out without purchasing some other item unrelated to our original goal. But the important thing is that we never leave without at least two new candles for the season ahead.
Of course, there’s the sniff test. Ranging from tried-and-trues like Fresh Linen and Sea Island Cotton to bakery-themed like Maple Pecan Waffles to cologne-ish like Black Tie, we sample pretty much everything. We both have to like the scent. It can’t be too sweet, or too sharp, or too fruity. And the candles have to be the squat, heavy, three-wick ones, big enough to last at least half the season (we usually buy two).
This takes at least an hour. Sometimes longer.
Then there was that time we dropped one of the candles while reaching for a bottle of lotion.
And then when we finally get the candles (and, if we’re being honest, a bunch of other fall/Christmas/spring/summer-y smelling stuff we don’t need) home, the hazards do not cease. Once, I was blowing out the Sundress candle in our living room when a spark flew up and burned a hole through my shirt!
The Southern Belle later gave me a candle snuffer, “for your own safety,” as she put it.
I don’t really enjoy playing with fire (certainly not as much as the Engineer does…). But it’s soothing to come home and let the smell of Harvest Gathering turned my mood autumnal.