A Hot Date With The Tallow Single Candle
21.12.2021
Translation: machine translated
Even if some candles are way too pretty to burn, it's worth the brief pleasure. Just as any date, no matter how short, is worth it.
Every pot needs a lid, every candle a stand? No way. My Tallow candle is all one piece. It can stand on its own. We have that in common. That's why I fell in love with Tallow and don't want to light it. After all, she catches flameless glances.
I, too, am having a blinding time being single without a flame. Why should I change that? Just to sit in the dark again afterwards?
Tallow's burn time is roughly equivalent to three dates. Three dates that warm, burn, go out. Recovering from that sometimes takes hours, days, months. Mostly because one sparked and the other didn't. I don't want to do that to myself any more than I want to light Tallow. Sure a candle is for burning, but Tallow I'd rather admire on the shelf. She's special and can't be compared to anything. Burning it would only be like all the others.
And yet, I always sit in front of the wax tower as dusk falls. I imagine how Tallow would glow. Should I go for it? Maybe I'm missing out. Especially now, at Christmas time, everyone's lighting candles. And me, I'm sitting here watching Tallow get dusted. Maybe, in time, we'll have that in common too. That we fade because we stay in our comfort zone. The wax figure didn't deserve that. And neither do I.
No light, no magic.
Tallow represents magic and transience. As she melts away, irreversible as time, she becomes crooked and small. She sacrifices her eternal beauty, but she burns for something. Many great things are finite from the start. Eating cake or going to concerts, for example. Yet I do them. So I should take a chance and find out how bright it could get with a little fire. I'll get the matches and approach Tallow.
Watching the wax sculpture burn, rather than dust, is a hell of a lot nicer. As she sheds tears of wax, I take heart: I'm going out for drinks that same day with the guy who asked me out last. Back at home, I look at Tallow, who by now is dripping. The spark didn't fly, but I laughed and learned something about life: every encounter, no matter how brief, is unique, a gift. Just like Tallow.
Pia Seidel
Senior Editor
Pia.Seidel@digitecgalaxus.chLike a cheerleader, I love celebrating good design and bringing you closer to everything furniture- and interior design- related. I regularly curate simple yet sophisticated interior ideas, report on trends and interview creative minds about their work.
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