Bob Ross reference there. Did you grab that? I just couldn’t think of a catchy title with the word “wreath” in it. I can’t even think of a word that rhymes with wreath at the moment… Send caffeine.
I made a wreath, is the point I’m trying to make.
To make your own happy little wreath you will need: 1) to go to Hobby Lobby on 50% day, and 2) have a husband with an uncanny ability to find things such as old rusty barbed wire.
Take said barbed wire, and whilst drinking delicious merlot, begin to affix aforementioned accutrement.
(Don’t forget to include part of your foot in every single picture you take)
Then, take another sip and fervently wish you’d paid more attention to all the bows your grandma used to make while trying to wrangle one yourself.
Place your wreath on the stairs, take a picture of it, text it to your friends/mom and wait for the adoring comments to come pouring in.
Wander off and forget you’ve ever even seen a wreath until you work late one night and come home to find that your loving husband has hung your little project for you.
Pour a glass of merlot, take a bath, and pat yourself on the proverbial back!