Each year I create a wreath (different in design from it's predecessors) and
force my kind natured family and friends into buying them from me and displaying them up on their front doors. I do feel rather awful about it for approximately 11 months, then, as if by magic, the guilt passes just in time to repeat the process the following December.
I source the materials that take my fancy several months in advance and then prepare (cut, wire, glue, spray) each one before the arrival of the fresh moss/fir/pine. Those family members lucky (or unlucky) enough to be at home during this time, are given the added enjoyment of becoming Hannah's little elves, where they get to play with hot glue and sharp wire whilst I shout orders.
On my early morning trip to the fresh flower market yesterday, I reminisced about how lovely the time I spent working in florist was. before remembering why I didn't pursue it….
Yesterday afternoon, armed with a small heater, a can of coke, a bag of flying saucer sweeties and my Dolly Parton ultimate collection set to play loud, I disappeared into my christmas workshop (also known as the garage) to begin my wreath production.
Several hours later, hands painfully sore from heavy wiring and multiple glue gun burns, a horse voice from singing and two near ankle breaks whilst dancing a little too enthusiastically to Dolly, day one, was finally complete.
This morning, with only Dolly and a can of coke for company, I returned to the christmas workshop to complete the wreaths. The mess I'd left littered across the garage floor last night proved even more dangerous for today's Dolly Parton disco. After skidding across the floor several times on branches and pine needles and nearly smashing my face open on the unit, I decided to stop dancing and instead, just sing. Surprising, my productivity increased ten fold and I finished the wreaths much earlier than expected…YAY! I think they look quite nice.
Here are some photo's of this years fun.
My wreath advert
This year I fancied hessian bows.
Slate hearts I ham fistedly decorated
Don't know exactly what this is….but apparently it's called Keifer?!?
Some kind of fir tree?????
Pinecones ..I think this is the first year I've used them on my wreaths
Reindeer Moss…I absolutely love this stuff
My sugar refuelling station -coke and flying saucers
Wreath fingers, that sap is a nightmare to get off!
Moss pinning
Just about finished
I made just one wreath with red berries as a special request. After nearly choking to death on purple spray paint…leaving the berries red was a far safer idea in hindsight.
On the door at last…
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