When I'm home/Everything seems to be right--"A Hard Day's Night" by The Beatles



You can't see from this angle a tiny blue bird being
obscured by the giant purple flower on the right.





So, I was on my way to buy a food processor…and I accidentally crafted this wreath.  I have never been one of those people who hang things on their front door.  I only rented doors until a few years ago, and joked we always found out we were moving the week after I hung anything on the walls, let alone on the door.  It got to the point after about the fifth move that I didn’t put anything up at all.  I always knew we wouldn’t be there long anyway.  When we finally became the proud owners of our own front door, I still felt like I was renting.  It wasn’t until Christmas came, seven months later, that I put up a nice seasonal wreath.  And there it has been living since December 2009. 





Yep.  Those are cobwebs. 
*hangs her head in shame* 

 Then today I was on my way to buy a food processor when I remembered a Michael’s coupon in my purse.  My idea was to briefly stop in the store to purchase a pre-made wreath.  I had big plans to make salsa this afternoon—not craft!  I should have known myself better.  Forty minutes later and two missed calls from my husband on my cell phone, I came out with all of this:

I didn’t end up using all of the items.  Heck, I didn’t even mean to buy the third bird.  I only brought it to the register because the yellow bejeweled bird didn’t have a price tag on it.  However, I became too enthralled in a conversation with the cashier about my next stop to buy a food processor to tell him I didn’t actually want it.  As for the green glitter ribbon…don’t you hate it when your inner five year old makes you buy things?

I wrapped orange yarn around a basic wooden wreath. 

Later, I added a bit of blue yarn for some contrast.

These clip-on felt flowers made it super easy to attach them.



I clipped the birds to the yarn and secured them with a bit of wire.

I made a bow out of the rest of the yarn.



I’m happy with how it turned out.  As I hung it up I started thinking about the flowers I planted a few feet away, the grass in the front yard which my husband pays such careful attention to, the color of the front door that took us two months to pick out—and all I kept thinking was—we’re home.