December 16, 2009 § 9 Comments
We had to make our own wreaths, we just had to. It became a “thing,” a family tradition to hie ourselves to the Garden and take the wreath-making class. And so it was last weekend.
The class seemed smaller but we recognized a few other wreath-returnees. HM loves the class. For the third year in a row, he’s the only guy in there other than one of the “teachers” and he’s OK with that. The women give him plenty of space and any assistance if he looks so much as flummoxed for even a second. In truth he goes for the family experience. I smile and continue to wrestle with my own clutch of branches. Nory works at her own table. She starts out knowing what she wants hers to look like. I never have a plan. It’s me and the green. HM merrily goes about the business of making a free-wheelin’ wreath after the instructions, which he tolerates.
And the Douglas fir boughs are all different in their bends, curls and patterns.
The instructors had Xmas music playing, it smelled glorious in there. It drew others who were walking past the workshop room to approach and see what we were all doing. We were a funny little group, elf-ish in our work.
We went a little Christmas-y in aspect; I wore the reindeer sweater I snagged from HM years ago. Nory and I wore Xmas garland in our hair, just for fun. Oh, and our slouchy boots! (yup, tres elf-ish!)
HM double-bowed his wreath. Nory has the fun and funny pictures of us with our finished wreaths.
Oh you should smell the wonder of them. Because the outdoors is decorated already, we’ve hung them throughout the house.
More pictures to come! Stay tuned!