In a Pinterest-inspired craze, Lola decided to make her own candles. Feeling virtuous and pioneer-like, she wasn’t about to take any shortcuts. Beeswax. Violets to give the candles color. Cotton wicks (Lola felt a frisson of irritation that she was unable to make these herself).
In her craft room, she laid out her supplies, along with an inauthentic crockpot and some glass jars. Everything looked pretty, and she could imagine a row of pale candles, tied off with gingham or raffia. But she didn’t make the candles today—she was too distracted, charmed by the faint warm smell of honey.