Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Come On Baby, Light My Fire. And I Never Said I was A Boy Scout.


If my family's survival depended on my skills at fire starting, we would surely experience a slow, miserable, and very cold departure to "The Other Side".

Seriously.

The irony here is that I use wood to heat my studio. That's right, a wood stove. It takes me an hour to get it going because apparently that survival gene skips a generation every once in awhile. Or perhaps it's one of those skills taught in boys clubs, such as The Boy Scouts of America, because the Girl Scouts only taught me how to sell things, not set fire to them.

Luckily for me, I can compensate for my shortcomings as a cave woman by being a skilled armchair shopper. I found these scented soy wax fire starters on Etsy, my favorite handmade shopping mall. Berry Creek Candles has a wonderful selection of candles, too, and her scents are authentic and inviting. I love how simple starting a fire has become since I started using her fire starters. And what's better is I have heat in a fraction of the time, it's all natural, and I don't have to worry about handling harsh chemicals. It's all good!

5 comments:

Ophelia Miller Boutique said...

hee hee!! I wouldn't have a clue about getting a fire started either. Good thing you found those fire starters!!! Keep warm.

LittleGemsbyKari said...

As a fellow past GScout I too can not a set fire to anything on purpose :)

Kathy said...

What a fantastic idea and how entertaining a post. Thanks for sharing!

SecretMe said...

who needs fire starting knowledge when you have such goodies! enjoyed reading your blog x

oldprof said...

Have you forgotten the time I threw branches of an old Christmas tree in the fireplace and the WHOOMPF nearly burned out the living room?