I love wreaths. All kind of wreaths. And I have been making wreaths for as long as I can remember. But one specific kind of wreath has been haunting me lately.
Ever since I saw Donna’s dreamy, beautiful ‘white trash’ bedroom, I have been dreaming of that bedroom. And I loved that spiky, twiggy wreath she had hanging on her funky headboard.
Style-queen Melissa of The Inspired Room has another version on her mantel (this is a Christmas picture obviously).
I was inspired and I wanted a twig wreath. Badly.
Then I came home from Barcelona to this.
A big heap of cut up branches and twigs on our terrace. My Love had been pruning trees and cutting up the leftovers so they would fit in our compost bin.
My head started spinning, what if….. So I told him to leave that heap there because I had plans for it.
Next thing I started putting little bunches of twigs to the side. I couldn’t help laughing at myself while I was sitting there sifting through this heap of garden waste. Had I finally gone over the deep end, was this crafting thing getting out of hand, was there hope for me yet. Ah well, I did it anyway.
I thought making the wreath would be a quick and easy project. This is how it turned out.
Oh My Gosh, this is the most sad excuse for a wreath I have ever seen. Total bust! It looked hideous like something a bird that had been sipping to much Vodka would make as a nest. It isn’t round! It isn’t even! It is UGLY!
Hmm, back to the drawing board.
Here is my second version:
For now my twiggy wreath is hanging on my porch waiting for another round of touch ups and then I’ll have to find a better place for it.
I think there is hope for my twig wreath yet.
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