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.

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Ah, the memories of making shitty candles for Junior Achievement...
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I know the old Ukrainian ladies back home who make eggs to sell get clear beeswax and heat it to make it black (we buy it black).
My favorite part is the smell. And rolling it into little balls to stick into the syli we use...
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I have no idea how to get it nice and white like the kind you can buy, *or* how to get it to turn that black-- the stuff I was playing with today wasn't nearly black enough for that, yet.
And yum! The smell . .
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Because I poured this into cold water to solidify it, so it's this real interesting shape, and it's this rich chocolatey brown color, and, yeah . .
Also, Cthulhu candle!
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We didn't break even.