Why I stopped buying candles and started making them in objects nobody wanted
{"type":"doc","content":[{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"It started at a flea market in 2023."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"I picked up this chipped ceramic teacup — no saucer, no match, no value to anyone. But I couldn't stop looking at it. The shape. The color. The story I'd never know."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"That night I poured my first candle into it. When I lit it, something clicked. The flame made the cup feel alive again — like it had been waiting for a second chance."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"Now I hunt for forgotten objects — vintage tins, orphaned bowls, old brass cups — and turn them into one-of-a-kind candles. Every piece has a past. Every pour is unrepeatable. Once it's gone, it's gone."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"If that sounds like something you want to be part of, welcome. You're in the right place."}]}]}
