I have been helping willing students to make their own Christmas wreaths. It’s always fascinating to give a group of people the same materials, the same instruction and to see what happens. No two are ever the same. Some are neat and contained, some are huge and unruly. All are equally beautiful. But I’ve been saying it for years - I think it’s like a personality test. Your wreath speaks volumes about you. I mean, I don’t just sit making assumptions about your psychological make-up (well, I do a bit) but I love watching people learn the process and then seeing the pride in the finished product. Make no mistake, constructing a Christmas wreath the proper way, is a labour of love. You will no longer question the pricetag.
Karen organises the course, feeds us all, lets us cut up her garden for materials and provides the homemade cherry brandy. I’ll be doing it all over again this week and am very much looking forward to it.
Laura was married yesterday. She has fabulous dark cherry-red hair and isn’t afraid to accessorize. Black calla lilies, deep red hypericum and black baccara roses - it was a bit dramatic and I do love a drama.
Finally, sunsets. There have been some really good winter ones. I laughed yesterday as my social media feeds filled up with photos of the same sunset from various vantage points in the region. Seems we’re all guilty of it… old romantics.