La Chatte Gitane (or The Gypsy Cat) was the name we chose for our cottage in France. We chose it while on the road, moving home, from Ireland to France with 2 dogs and 7 cats in the car.
This blog began its insignificant life as a recipe book for friends and family who would ask me repeatedly for a recipe of this, that and the other.
Since then it has taken many different directions, like gypsies tend to do. Sometimes making a U-turn and revisiting familiar roads and taking a break when necessary.
You'll find recipes here, but also musings about the places we've called home, the gardens that we've established, not always successfully, the homes we've improved and the environments we've lived in. Currently, that is back in Ireland.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
The Woes of a Tattered Christmas Wreath
The previous week, I started rummaging through the christmas decorations. Now, our dining room table has been buried under tinsel, fairy lights, baubles, ribbons and much more. I eliminated all the red baubles (they won't be having christmas this year), kept the copper, gold of various shades, bought a load more in turquoise, blue and hot pink.
My wreath didn't get through the eleven month hibernation period unscathed. Being a styrofoam ring with pinecones, acorns and other 'natural things' glued to it. Some of the glued 'natural things' had come off and more serious injuries had occurred on the styrofoam ring itself. Snapped in one place and cracks in other areas.
No way was I going to buy a new one if I could somehow salvage the tattered excuse of a christmas wreath. Out came the glue gun and the repair could begin.
Not only that, I 'beautified' the wreath with turquoise feathers and small baubles and ribbons. Granted, it's not a work of art, but it'll do for this year.
I bought a new ribbon to make a nicer bow, because this one just doesn't cut the mustard.
Accessorising is key.
Next week, the tree, but before I do that a good old deep clean of the sitting room is in order.
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