A range of assorted incense sticks was the only thing not yet opened from my box of Amazon goodies. I still have plenty of glow sticks left over and I daresay they will be used in due course. The original water beads are currently living in a bowl in the utility room. They are so fascinating that I haven’t had the heart to throw them out and I may yet find another use for them.
I couldn’t forget the incense though as they remind me of their presence every time I walk into the dining room. I had been mulling an idea over in my mind for a while, but it wasn’t going to be easy. I would probably need an extra pair of hands in the form of my husband and I needed sunshine. Then we had a glorious afternoon the other weekend and I decided to throw caution to the wind. Never having used incense before, it was a challenge just lighting the sticks and the first two fizzled out. Initially I thought I would lay them flat in a dish to create a line of smoke, but they just sat there and did nothing. My husband eventually found some old blue tack, so we stuck that in the bottom of a stainless steel feed bowl and half a dozen sticks were lit and stuck in at assorted angles.
It was at that point that we made an interesting discovery. They don’t smell nearly as much lit as they do unlit and still inside the packets. Strange, but true…
Then we called our model in, as until that point, all the cats had been shut out of the room. Bubu is getting used to us coming up with weird and wonderful new games on a regular basis. I had wanted him relaxed in the sun, but he was fascinated with the curls of smoke. He kept jumping down and trying to get a closer look, but he eventually got bored and decided to toast himself on my Mum’s old sewing machine.