Wax tarts from the last basket I would buy again are CFTKR Balance and Glow, Ultimate Sugar Cookie and Serendipity Marshmallow Delight, SMT Marshmallow Noel and Peppermint Coconut Filled Cake, and VCS Cookie Baking at Mom's/Edelweiss.
CFTKR- Fresh Picked Strawberries
CFTKR- Pink Sugared Strawberries
CFTKR- Strawberry Musk
CFTKR- Rosy Strawberry
CFTKR- Strawberry Birthday Cake Fluff
CFTKR- White Cedar Forest
CFTKR- Full Moon
SMT- Frost Bite/Candy Cane/Enchanted Forest
SMT- Cinnamon Sticks/Dragon's Blood/Butter Brickle
TDC- Rosewood & Amber
This is my strawberry woods basket. I am craving sweet for Valentine's and woodsy scents for winter (not that is is really winter around here). As usual, if you would like me to review any of these scents please let me know!
For about a year now I have had the hankering to take the girls primitive camping. You know... the kind in a tent, with a campfire and no outlets. Roughin' it.
So this past Saturday my sister, Darby, and I loaded up the girls and I borrowed a tent and we set out to a local county park. Even though we felt like we brought the bare essentials, the very long hike out to the campsite had us huffing and puffing. Thankfully, our dad came out and helped us haul the rest to the site when we were about half way there. He was coming to hang out for a little while anyway, but we got lucky he arrived post haste.
After setting up the campsite, we explored some of the park and the streams that trickled all about.
Everything was all sunshine and roses up until dark set in. There was an issue once the sun set about us not filling out a certain form so the park ranger took me back up to the office and when I returned I realized I forgot my cell phone back in the Jeep when I returned my purse to it after giving him my additional information. That would not have been so bad, but Darby's cell was down to 7%. And it was only 7pm. And we are just two chicks and two chicklettes camping.
Dad had left long ago and it was dark as pitch. It was a good mile through woods to get back to my Jeep. In the dark. Did I mention it was dark? Did I mention there was only one more campsite with people it in way on back in the woods? Did I bring up the fact there is a ton of wildlife dwelling in this park? Did I fail to mention Florida has panthers and bears and alligators the size of a juvenile Stegosaurs? Savanna really wanted me to have my phone and I knew Adam would too. I wanted my phone. I put on my big girl panties, grabbed the nearest flashlight and some protection and I strutted my stuff in the direction of the Jeep.
About 100 yards from the campsite I heard a pig squealing for its life. No lie. About half a mile in a heard and saw the palmetto bushes rustling to my left. If I was not as hearty, I think my old life muscle would have burst wide open right there inside of my chest. Finally, I made it to the Jeep. Got my phone and immediately texted Adam. I power walked back to the campsite fast enough to make Oprah proud, trailing the acrid tangy sweat of fear and squeaking Nikes. Maniacally turning to glance behind, making sure a panther wasn't stalking me or a vagrant from the local highway. By the time I made it back to camp my legs were cramping.
And I naively thought that was the worst of it.
Little did I know that Darby and I, and pretty much Savanna too, would not sleep a wink that night. About an hour into laying down for slumber more pigs began shrieking. Have you ever heard a pig yell? Terrifying. About two hours later, slow and deliberate footsteps outside the tent. Darby poking me, "did you hear that?" Savanna fidgeting between us. At about midnight Darby and Savanna and I give up the ghost of sleep and go outside to re-stoke the fire... our safety net and peace of mind. We hang out about an hour. The campers in the other site start loudly copulating. Savanna asks "what is that?" Instead of lying I just tell her. (We have had "the talk" in the past). She looks right at me and asks "You don't do that noise do you?" No baby. It is getting cold. We go back in the tent and two hours later a band of coyotes are howling RIGHT OUTSIDE THE FREAKING TENT! Darby, Savanna and I shoot straight up and listen. Quiet. Eyes wide. Hearts hammering. Google coyotes howling and see how petrifying it is!!!! Finally, roaming rabid coyotes wander on to other victims in the night and we are left with something huge falling on the tent, more creepers stealthily stalking our flimsy habitat and freezing cold temps that have us shaking in hypothermia. But 5am we get out and stoke the fire until the sky turns from black to grey and the song birds start singing.
Then we pack and get the hell outta Dodge.
I asked the girls if they had fun. "Yeah, but let's not do that anytime soon." I agreed. We had fun. We will remember it always. And now I know what fear feels like as an adult. Scarlette slept like the dead and I have never been more envious of that ability.
Have you ever primitive camped? I think Disney's Fort Wilderness will be our next tenting adventure. What could be more safe?