I have a question... Who decided the front door gets all the pretty? Every wreath ends up there like it's won some decorating lottery. Meanwhile, the fireplace is jealous. The dining room is pouting. The pantry door hasn't been complimented...ever. It's time to change that. After years of making wreaths, I've learned one thing: decorating with wreaths doesn't stop at the front door. If a wreath can make your guests smile when they arrive, imagine what it can do for the rooms

Having seemingly accepted that glitter is simply part of his life now, my son-in-law felt reasonably certain he'd won the crafting war. After all, he'd survived years of surprise glitter sightings. He no longer questioned why one wreath project required three trips to the craft store. And after helping me carry two more boxes out to the craft shed, he felt confident enough to ask a question. A dangerous question. Looking around at shelves full of ribbon, signs, mesh, florals,

There are two kinds of people: those who walk past a craft store clearance sale...and those of us who leave pushing a cart that weighs more than we do. It doesn't matter what holiday just passed. Christmas, Easter, Valentine's Day...I'm pretty sure if National Burger Day ended with 75% off ribbon, I'd be there when the doors opened. I tell myself I'm going in "just to look." Then the craft curse takes over. I swear I've only been in the store for five minutes, but somehow an

People imagine being a wreath maker is peaceful. They picture soft music playing, birds chirping outside the window, a cup of coffee nearby, and me gracefully weaving flowers together while sunlight streams through the room like something out of a Hallmark movie. That's sooooooo adorable. The reality? It looks like a floral hurricane tore through Hobby Lobby, made a quick stop at Michaels, and exploded in my craft room. There are ribbon scraps hanging from the ceiling, faux

Let's talk about wreaths. Not the "I grabbed this at the grocery store while buying paper towels and a rotisserie chicken" kind. I'm talking about wreaths that have quietly existed for thousands of years while humans kept assigning them bigger and bigger meanings. At first glance, they're just circles made of flowers, greenery, ribbons, and a little bit of magic. But somehow, throughout history, they've represented victory, celebration, hope, hospitality, remembrance, and joy