It starts with flip flops. Your feet hurt and you have no need to be in heels really, so why not, right?
Then comes the sweat pants. Big, baggy, holes in the crotch-wearing sweat pants. You just want to be comfortable, that’s all.
Pretty soon putting on make-up becomes a burden, hell; even brushing your hair is a chore. You haven’t been on a date in forever anyways, who are you impressing? Certainly not a male suitor! Gasp.
The only reliable male in your life sheds on everything you own and shits in a box in your hallway closet. He’s the one that gives you unconditional love. And maybe you crave more of that love, so perhaps you get him a friend or two. Perhaps even 7.
The next thing you know you’re all alone and purple haired in your 80s, sitting in your own cold piss and sharing a can of salmon Fancy Feast with your 30 ‘babies’ while swatting flies from decades-old cat shit crusted on your kitchen table, preaching to them about the good ol’ days when men were noble, prices were reasonable, and politicians were honest.
As musty as a raggedy old cat lady may be in our culture, our version is bit more enchanting to say the least. A strong aromatic blend of frankincense, patchouli, bergamot, and sandalwood with a hint of coriander, our version of Old Cat Lady is a hip modern essence that doesn’t make fun of those crazy cat loving women, it’s celebrating them, moth balls and all.
Just beware of those flip flops.
*Pair this candle with the Old Cat Lady Pick-Me-Up Refresher and Reed Diffuser!*