I took on another craft this
past week. Making a wreath. Okay, I didn’t really make the wreath. I decorated it. I
put flowers on it. But still, it’s a changed wreath.
I found the rustic wreath at the
craft store (possibly my new favorite store), along with a variety of flowers, including
(and especially) hydrangeas, in greens and blues and white and yellow ribbon. I
passed up the clip-on butterflies and a giant multi-colored bow, and I was
proud of my restraint. When it comes to crafts and me, I always add more and
more. I’m trying to cut back.
Anyhow. I cut the stems of the
flowers and took my time finding just the right arrangement. I played with the yellow
ribbon for a long time, tying bows and winding the ribbon, then decided to get rid of it. Here is what I came
Having something pretty to look
at brings happiness. But the happiness started well before the project was
complete. It started when the idea came to me, to make something, to pick out
the pieces and put something together. It started when I began cutting the
stems, positioning the flowers, tying the ribbon. It started with a simple
hands-on craft and a handful of flowers waiting to bloom.