Forgotten Christmas decorations still hanging around this time of year are so sad. I'm all, What's the story behind the battered inflatable Santas and lonely candycane wreaths? If those neighbors had the mojo to decorate at the beginning December, what tragic thing happened a few weeks later to rob them of that energy? Maybe their daughter ran away to join the circus, and they're so grief-stricken that they don't care! Or junkies broke in and stole all their Christmas presents, and now they're so sad they can't bother! Oh! Or the husband was having a torrid affair with a cocktail waitress at Chili's named Misti, who wore awful lime green eyeliner. And when the wife found out, she was so embarrassed that she left town! And he's still too busy messing around with Misti to worry about the decorations!
I get a little carried away. *grin*
Still, I can trump the whole oops-forgot-to-take-down-decorations thing: The autumn wreath on our front door was bumming me out last week. So when I found this minty aqua yarn in my stash, I knew it was meant to be a new winter wreath. That nasty yarn is acrylic, and it knits up horribly, so I didn't want to ever cast on with it again. I had felt squares, a few old silk flowers, and a sparkly floral pick in the stash, too. The only things I bought were the wreath form and ribbon--not bad! This project was meant to be.
Speaking of glittery ribbon... YEAH, GLITTERY RIBBON! I was so excited when I found it. I think it looks icy, and that's why I chose it for this project. I think there needs to be a style of decorating based on ice and snow that isn't directly related to Christmas. The post-Christmas, pre-spring months are so melancholy. They need decorations, too! Think pale blue, white, lots of sparkle and glitter, and maybe a pop of color to jazz it up. Yeah? Yeah!
I finished the wreath on Wednesday night during a craft/wine/gossip fest with some of my favorite ladies. I woke up the next morning with uncontrollable sneezes and a nose running like a faucet. I was useless all day. I hugged the Kleenex box, snuggled the dogs, and had a sad, sniffly Once Upon a Time marathon. As of this writing, I'm miserable. Even my teeth hurt. I really don't want to be sick all weekend. We have tickets to see Clutch on Saturday, and Keith is so excited about this show! I don't want to ruin it for him. Meh.
What are you doing this weekend?