Christmas decorations: a mostly homemade wreath
Here I was wondering “what the heck am I going to write about this week?” and then… the clue comes in: it’s Christmas! Time for the decorations. I’ve hung the string of lights in the window, and this wreath by my front door.
The wreath is one of my favourite things ever. I made it five years ago (which accounts for the dim quality of the photos I took from PhotoBooth on my iMac). Here is the play-by-play:
It’s made out of Virginia creeper, which, if cut fresh, will be pliable enough to weave. Otherwise, if it’s a little aged, it can be softened up in a hot shower, and then wrapped around and twisted into a wreath.
Then I wrapped it around again with be-buttoned burlap ribbon, bought at the dollar store many years ago, and tied with a complicated bow. Off now to find out what else is suitable for decorating it. I know I have cranberries…
Using the plastic mistletoe and a foil ball spray with a ribbon from the trove of Christmas decorations:
How about with a rat? Too cute, especially with his cheek spots.
My dearly departed Benjamin, AKA Beelzebubbles.
Well, I can’t hang it outside with Benjamin, but I can use IKEA rats or mice:
Mice work better. The brown mouse on the right has a ribbon around its neck. The white mouse swinging on the mistletoe keeps the mistletoe in place. Because of the lopsidedness of the wreath, I re-centred it to the left — as you will see in the next pic.
I even had a red-anodized-coated copper wire in my tool box (I love it when the things I keep find a great purpose!) from which to hang the wreath outside.
In the past year the wreath has one small addition that is perfect: the trapeze mouse has a little bell on a red cord around its neck.
I hope this post inspires you to make use of nature’s materials and your own hoarded craft parts to create a work of joy and fun.
As an aside, one of my European friends who saw my wreath pics wrote to me:
Our neighbours didn’t take their wreath down after Christmas one year because they liked it so much. When they finally wanted to put it away in spring, they found that a robin had built a nest in it. They had to use the back door for months, until all the nestlings had left…
Originally published at Big City, Little Homestead.