My plans were finally put into motion last week when I went and picked out my most fancy ever wreath. It has pretty decorations and a really nice bow that hasn't been smashed. It even has a light dusting of flocking on it- just the kind of snow I could love. I was pretty excited about this wreath.
The wreath promptly fell off the door.
OK, so my super duper wreath was way too heavy for my old hook.
Off to the store to find a better way to hang it.
I bought one of these. I knew it would be able to hold my very heavy wreath.
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Except that my door doesn't allow for enough space for the wreath holder... So I could have the wreath, but I wouldn't be able to actually close the door. Definitely didn't work.
Next try: find the biggest hook I could. Put that on the door. Add the wreath, and PRAY.
Meanwhile I'm discovering that the beautiful dusting of snow on the wreath ends up all over me every time I handle it. Oh, and I'm clearly very allergic to whatever that snowy stuff is- I've heard it has fiber glass or something in it- because I have nice welts on my hands and lower arms from it.
So anyway, I do manage to get the wreath to stay up on the door. Halleluiah!
Time for a final dusting off of that 'snowy' stuff that is all over the door from all of my trials and tribulations since the wreath is going to be sticking around this time.
Oh crap, my door is cedar and now I have a nice deep splinter. Yeah, I dug at it for a while with a needle and it's still in there.
So now I have a band aid with some bag balm on my finger.
And way more of a story than I ever needed.
Oh, and a really pretty wreath...