I have this overhead track lighting in my apartment bequeathed to me by my predecessor. If you like A LOT of light (er, in an already light apartment), you would dig it . On occasion, someone walks in with me and helpfully reaches for that switch next to the door. I swear I recoil like something from a vampire film, shielding my eyes, lunging to turn them off. Someday I'll pull it all out, I just try not to obsess over it too much. (oh, contraire...) No suprise then: I have three-way bulbs in all my lamps, everything is frosted, soft, pink. And candles I love. Wasn't it just a few years ago when Dyptique was the only sophisticated scented candle? Now I walk into The Bathroom on Charles St and the selection is just overwhelming. And, as when one is at the department store fragrance section, they all start to blend. Votivo Red Currant was the rage for a while, Kai is still a fave with me. Now everyone is into soy. I have to plug for my pal, Sarah Tallman, as she has some really lovely scents to be showcased in her soon-to-open Grove on Hudson and Jane. But the prettiest candles to me are these from John Derian. They're as big as slightly oversized juice glasses with a tissue decoupage on the outside, enough to give the candlelight the most lovely glow. Ideally, they hold tea lights which (genius...) burn out on their own after a few hours so you don't waste a big, expensive candle or burn your house, with it's track lighting, down.
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