That tired-looking wreath has adorned my front door during this time of year for the past decade. Actually, it never looked much better than this; but at least it's something.
Thank you very much, Agatje, for your kind compliment! I'm glad you like it. The wreath is off the door until next Christmas season, replaced during the interim by a dream catcher and some feathers.
Thank you very much, Agatje, for your kind compliment! I'm glad you like it. The wreath is off the door until next Christmas season, replaced during the interim by a dream catcher and some feathers.
Thanks, Barbara. The wreath thanks you as well. (Wreaths have feelings too.)
Thank you, James; and the same to you! The wreath thanks you as well, it its own brittle way.