So the last two years, I've made my own wreath for the front door. And the last two years, I've also cut my hands to shreds decorating holly wreaths by hand. Last year, whilst I studied all the little red dots and scratches across my knuckles, I decided I definitely wasn't having a holly wreath this time around... My hands needed a year off!
But, while looking for a softer, kinder, less prickly fir wreath to decorate myself, something completely different stopped me in my tracks. And, quite frankly, I had to bring it home. So, with a quick snippet of my door wreath 'through the ages,' I introduce to you, my very latest love...
And much like I would the White Company, I'd rather like to live inside this wreath. Sitting in amongst all that sparkle and glamour and snowy, snowy goodness.
Oh, what a place that would be!
Have a glorious day my lovely friends, and don't forget... 2 more sleeps!
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