Okay, so maybe that’s not how the song goes, but it’s what jumped into my head and now I can’t get rid of it. Sometime in November I was out shopping and found an interesting wreath made of small bits of driftwood. I am not a beach person, so this did not hold any special significance for me, but I loved the simple materials put together in an unexpected form. I also knew it had potential. It took some time to decide what to do to make this my own, but eventually I decided to wrap the sticks in wire. This would have been much simpler if I could have wrapped the wood before the wreath was constructed. I like sticks, and I especially like wrapped sticks, and after a few nights work this is what I created:
I liked the look of the wire, but it was so subtle that you needed to practically touch the wreath to appreciate the look of the various colored wires (gold, silver, copper, black and red) wrapped around the weathered wood. Kush was helping me and she agreed that we needed to do more.
I found tiny glass balls (purchased in years past at Ikea) that matched the wire colors and proceeded to attach small bunches to the wreath. I kept adding until I was too tired to add any more. I like the finished wreath. It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but I didn’t really have anything specific in mind when I started. I’ve changed the following photos – Kush was totally involved in the shoot.
Obviously if I put the wreath on the floor to take pictures, it must also mark the spot for a cat to relax. Oh, and on another note – Happy Birthday to my brother, Phil. (I don’t think he follows my blog, but I’m sure he’ll hear about this.)