T Stands for Wreath

Time to decorate the wreath with the usual bits and bobs in the Christmas box. Some jingle bells, odd ornaments, red velvet ribbon just didn't seem exciting. Maybe it was a touch of sadness to only decorate one wreath as I used to make a wreath for my parents and my elderly neighbor, Prissy. But I blame this guy.

We had gone to the big, orange, box store to look at a lighted, 6 foot Nutcracker for outdoors. He was going to be a Christmas gift for Himself . The Nutcracker was magnificent, but looked a bit too delicate for New England winters, and his base was too wide to put him in our little, front porch. We did bring home his little brother for the front porch.

This guy takes the blame, too. I found him along with two of his brothers while puttering in Michael's for some cardstock for Christmas cards.The Nutcrackers were in a clearance bin, and I had a 20% off my entire purchase coupon. That's my story. Don't judge me.

With visions of Nutcrackers dancing in my head, nothing in the Christmas box fit. So against the frugal rule an expedition to WallyWorld to see what could be found.

I had ribbon, and white and silver snowflakes. In the cat toy aisle, I found the Rat King. A Barbie Fairy ornament would make a good Sugar Plum Fairy. There were ornaments shaped like wrapped candies. A child's tea set for the coffee and tea dances. Himself thought a wooden nutcracker emblazoned with his beloved Red Sox would make a good addition. Um, no. A doll for Clara, though she turned out to be not quite right. And since this is a T Day post, there's my cup of tea I sipped while I worked.

 The Young One and I liked the Nutcracker with the crooked smile, too, but his white uniform didn't really stand out.

The Rat King needed a crown. When the girlies were young teens, we found some princess rings in the party store, and we each got one. I had mine on a key chain with my old car keys. Perfect.

 I didn't realize Barbie's pose was so sassy and sexy as I was blinded by the butterfly wings.

Everything laid on the wreath and spaces were filled in with stars and ornaments from the Christmas box. Oh, I found Christmas tree earrings for Clara's Christmas tree.

 The mess that was left after all the moving, gluing, wiring, and cutting. If I had managed to score Robby the Robot, he would have cleaned up my mess. But Robby's not here with me . Deep sigh.

 

My tablemate, L, had sent me this little, knitted mushroom. That's the cosmic psychic connection I mentioned the other day. The little mushroom would be an homage to the tea dance from Disney's Fantasia. A perfect addition to the wreath.

The completed wreath festively hanging on the front door.

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