I come from a long line of women who enjoy crafts and who fancy themselves crafty. Whether or not any of us are any good at it is up for debate. Nonetheless, we persist.
For as long as I could remember, my mom had a huge stash of pine cones. If we went somewhere and there were pine cones on the ground, she'd be out collecting them and then they would make their way back to our home, where they would get added to the stash, ostensibly to be used for some Major Pine Cone Project eventually. Then we moved and the pine cone stash mysteriously disappeared. I'm not pointing any fingers, but suffice to say that my dad harbored a burning hatred for the pine cones.
"Burning hatred" might be a bit strong.
Thankfully, it turns out my grandmother was a pine cone hoarder, too, and my mom recently inherited a sizable collection of authentic Tahoe pine cones that were likely foraged from forest floors in the 1960s. Vintage pine cones, if you will. They just don't make them like that any more.
And to her credit, my mom has been getting pretty crafty these last few years, constructing wreaths and topiaries and fake pumpkins with festive fake plants sprouting out of them. It's inspiring, really.
So during a recent mother-daughter outing to Michael's, I purchased a number of wreath-making materials. They were 50% off. I don't see that I had any choice, actually.
My wreath-making materials. A pre-made twiggy wreath, some fake plants, wire cutters and my trusty glue gun.
A couple of adorable little owls to perch in my wreath.
I threaded my plants into the wreath. Easy peasy.
I stuck these hoobie jobbies in there, too. I think it gives it an extra festive punch, don't you agree?
Bally doo-dads. What is that stuff, holly?
It wouldn't be a fall wreath without a few gourds thrown in for good measure.
Thar she blows!
I stuck this sucker to the front door with a giant suction cup. It's working beautifully. I'm really quite proud of myself.