“Oops she did again…”
Last night I had a gorgeous night in the company of lovely women making Christmas Wreaths. Yeah I know… you just can’t have too many, I don’t care what you say.
There green branches everywhere…
First we had a lesson, which made me realise that the old ‘glue gun manoeuvre’ is not exactly the best method when it comes to ‘greenery’. (TBH… it always worked for me.. )
Then we started our own. We used a wire base, beautiful fragrant moss and meters and meters of florist wire. (I’m in love with florist wire).
I almost called it done I was so happy with how it looked at this stage (Moss wreath are a thing’, surely. If not they should be… but I soldiered on… and this is when it all went mad!
I don’t want to think what my friend’s dining room must look like this morning… in the light of day… last night it was like a forest, or perhaps like an explosion in a flower shop… with feathers! And gin. There might have been gin… what goes on tour stays on tour…
They all came out crazy beautiful. Big, small, all different too… I tried to keep it neat and classic…
(incidentally… since I bought these shoes… I can’t take them off. I mean, I can take them off but I don’t want to… they’re just the best)
This morning I had a bit of a crisis because the front door already has a wreath… and then I remembered the back door which faces the square (which I think at one point was the ‘service door?’ waaaaay back when people had staff… instead of just… mothers…)
Me thinks it’s fab. Not perfect… a little crooked and wabi sabi, but if the milkman complains he can forget his Christmas tip!
And I have all sorts of idea for next year/spring/Easter… you name it… it’ll be wreath city around here!