I have been woefully art deficient these past few months (the holidays were beyond difficult this year), but I did pull together a winter wreath. It’s my first wreath ever!
Born out of a desire to keep my husband from putting something store bought (like the fake velvet bows I caught him ogling) on the door, I pulled out an old book*, some paint, a dash of glitter and a lot of hot glue. Nine million paper feathers later, I added some deep red feathers and faux winterberry from the craft store.
*Disclaimer: The only books harmed in the making of this project were ones that no person should ever, ever have to read.