Are you ready for it? Can you handle the anticipation? Where you expecting it? Or did you think this day would never come again?
Here she is, making one more appearance on my blog: the wonderful, the illusive, the magnificent Homemade Twig Wreath!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This time she is dressed up for Fall.
She is getting a bit scruffy and rough around the edges, and she has lost much of her luster. But heck that happens to all of us (unless you live in the make believe world of Hollywood). And you really shouldn’t hold it against someone. After all it isn’t only wine that improves with age.
So instead of pushing her off the red carpet I decided to give my little star one more makeover and put her center stage again.
I added a some grapevines with leaves that I got out of the garden waste heap of my neighbors, a bunch of mossy twigs and some faux berries and rose hips. I think it gave her quite the facelift.
Much better in fact than a Hollywood Botox treatment. What is it with all of those people shooting poison in their faces that makes them look like a mannequin in a shop window? Just as wrinkle less and just as dead. I really don’t get the allure of that.
I think as with my twig wreath, it is okay to see the signs of age, and it doesn’t have to stop you from dressing up a bit. But that’s just my take on things.
This Fall wreath is the full extent of my front door decorating. No pumpkin topiaries, hay bales, gourds or cabbages for me. I love seeing them, but they just wouldn’t feel right for me and my house in these neck of the woods.
And since we don’t celebrate Halloween here either, this is probably how it is going to stay until it is time to add some red berries for Christmas.
Although someone forgot to tell mother nature that because she added a little bit of Halloween decorations herself…..
Doesn’t it look like it’s there intentionally?
I guess I’d better clean my windows and doors than this weekend.
But in the mean time, I think my faithful twig wreath does a good job of drawing the attention to her and away from the cobwebs.
So how do you like this latest incarnation of my twig wreath? I said goodbye to her so often by now (like here when I did a recap of last years metamorphoses , and here when she showed up yet again) that she starts to remind me of a Phoenix rising from her ashes, or Bruce Willis in a Die Hard movie: she just doesn’t want to give up and die.
But why would she, if she still looks this great. And btw my wreath has to be a she, let’s face it, she changes clothes more often than a man can get a beer out of the fridge, she turned trash into treasure, she improves with age, she lives for a bit of bling in her life and she makes you me smile whenever I see her. Definitely female, that wreath of mine.
So what do you think of my female version of Bruce Willis? Shall we call her Bruceline? Or Brucette? Or should it be Brucella?
PS Only three more nights!!!! Totally freaking out here! I am so not ready yet. But it will happen even if I have to work through those nights.
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