The other day I was too unwell to go to morris practice – I don’t dance any more but it’s hard to get through a tune when you’re constantly on the verge of a gigantic sneeze, or coughing fit. Poor Me (but it has gone on and on). So I had a couple of hours on my hands and, more importantly, some rather scandinavian looking jingle bells that needed a home. I thought a wreath or some kind of arrangement that didn’t cost a fortune (we have a real tree, that’s the major outgoing!) would be the thing, and I traditionally like to fill the house with sticks and leaves so I can hoover them up well into the summer.
I wrapped up warm and went out in the garden to gather some greenery – we’re very lucky to have a fantastic garden with all your Christmas greenery needs right there at the snip of the secateurs. I fixed myself up with a pile of conifer, rosemary, bay leaves, a little bit of holly (our holly trees are still quite little) and some dried chillis for a bit of red (an idea totally stolen from those lovely Riverford people). The hoarding of the ‘useful one day’ items in this house is pretty full on, so I also found some galvanised steel wire and gaffer tape to fasten the whole lot together. Later on some giant nails and a bit of log also came in handy.
Artfully arranged and wired together greenery. I never plan this stuff, just hope for the best and fill in gaps when I need to:
|Twigs in an unruly heap|
|Twigs in an orderly heap|
Then I wrapped the whole bottom of it round and round with gaffer tape. I did intend to put this in a pot or vase, but it refused to remain upright due to being somewhat top-heavy. This is why it ended up being nailed to a log, which adds to the rustic charm don’t you think?
|Twigs finally brought under the control of wire, gaffer tape and 2 x 3.5 inch nails|
Then the fun part, which is hanging stuff on it. Also, nothing is anything without fairy lights! Here is a lovely photo of my washing up and greenery:
|Wok and twigs and and fairylights. I really dislike that red tray now, and there are four of them.|
|Chillies, lights and bells.|
It didn’t stay on the kitchen windowsill very long as it kept fighting with the composting pot (knowing, surely, its ultimate destiny. Nothing goes to waste) and is now on the dining room windowsill.