Came home the other night to a dark house. I got home from work about 5pm to find out that our power went out hours before and my roommates still had no idea what was going on after calling the school and talking to the landlord. Who knows. It came back on about an hour later, but it I finally got to bust out the tiny little orange flashlight my grandpa gave me for Jordan or possibly Botswana.

My grandpa is a good collector or little random things and I often find myself the new owner of some of them whenever I'm about the leave the country again. I've gotten a few flashlights from him over the years and I always take them, cause why not?! Who doesn't need a flashlight eventually. I always liked this one cause its very small and cute. So along with all of the candles we had, we used my little orange flashlight and it made all the difference.