Oh, I love a good Target run!
Don't you?!?
You should see me when I get to that candle aisle. I just go crazy smelling all of them; wrinkling my nose and gagging a bit at the gross ones, and inhaling deeply and profoundly at the yummy ones. It's not a Target run without a stop at the candles. (Which I did this evening after I tried to find
Strange World stuff with no success. I came home with something called
Cedarwood Musk, with 3 wicks. It's going now! It will help La Jolla transition from beachy to cozy for the next few months until spring arrives.)