Meet my front door. It's one of my favourite things about our old house. While I love the way it looks, I especially love having it. Having a door that opens up onto the world. A door to be knocked on by friends and family. A door to be lit up by a welcoming porch light on a dark cold evening. It's an old wooden, destined-to-be-drafty kind of door, but I love it for all that it represents.
And it is a door in need of adornment.
So, I present my wreath. A quick trip to a craft supply store, a quick trip to the basement to find the glue gun I've packed and moved to four different homes over the past 10 years without ever using it, and a couple of hours to myself with a hot cup of tea nearby resulted in this. It's simple, with just tiny bits of various fall colours tucked in throughout and gobs upon gobs of exposed glue (after 10 years of not touching a glue gun, I was just a bit too triger happy), but I absolutely love it.
Even better than a crafty new wreath for fall is that there's yet another wreath season just around the corner...