I Missed My Old Wreath So I Made Another One... Among Other Things

No matter what I hung on the front door after Valentine's Day, I wasn't satisfied. I wanted something classic to pull everything together even though the front door STILL hasn't been painted by Mr. Molasses and the front porch is totally dirty after high winds (with blowing dirt) that never seem to cease. I also have new door hardware to add when the front door finally gets painted. However, I'm hopeful that the exterior of  the house will be finished by Thanksgiving. A year to paint the exterior of the house, you ask? Umm... Not my decision, okay? You'd think we lived in a mansion for it take this long, right? Wrong. So wrong. We just have Mr. Molasses. The. Bane. Of. My. Existence.




So anyway, I spent an insane amount of time making my new (brown) coffee filter wreath. This time, I avoided blisters on my fingers by buying a not-so-hot glue gun. It worked like magic. I'm a total fan. I went through two large packs of brown coffee filters before deciding it was more than enough and I frankly didn't care whether it was or not. I. Was. Done.


I'm still working on another wreath for the new guest room because I wasn't satisfied with the outcome of the first one. Yes, I'm picky stupid like that. I also bought a huge amount of unbreakable Christmas ornaments after Christmas and made another ornament wreath, which I have no idea what I'm going to do with. Really.

I have also been working on a slipcover for the ottoman in the den for about 3 months now, that I hope to eventually finish in this century. Perhaps I'll finish it right after I finish the canvas floor cloth I started 7 years ago for one of our best couple friends. No wonder they haven't called us to do anything lately.


The Memorial Service for my friend Tuttle is today, so I'm basically just trying to stay afloat of the emotions for the time being. Crafting, not math, is my ally through the hard times. It seems to sustain me, which is always a good thing, right?