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frolic in the autumn mist
Spent the afternoon playing with hot wax. (No, not like that.) I brought some beeswax home from school that needed melted down and filtered, so I had fun messing up Mom's kitchen.
I have also learned why real witches always use black candles. Because if you save all the stubs and ends of various candles, melt and mix the wax and make new ones, it ends up dark browny-black. And badly home-purified beeswax ends up brown, too, and goes darker with time. *Obviously* a village witch wouldn't go buy the expensive kind from the big-city chandler; she'd do it that way, and make her own, and they'd wind up black.
I have also learned why real witches always use black candles. Because if you save all the stubs and ends of various candles, melt and mix the wax and make new ones, it ends up dark browny-black. And badly home-purified beeswax ends up brown, too, and goes darker with time. *Obviously* a village witch wouldn't go buy the expensive kind from the big-city chandler; she'd do it that way, and make her own, and they'd wind up black.