Remember that wreath I made this weekend?
You would not believe what I came home to today.
The problem is that the front of our house BAKES in the late morning/early afternoon sun. The door handles practically sizzle when you touch them. And, as it appears, the sun also melts hot glue and leaves you with a clump of fake fall foliage on your doorstep.
My door looked vibrant and seasonal; it brought an immediate smile to my face. I guess I forgot about the unrelenting sun, for it hasn’t revealed itself in days. A thick blanket of clouds had protected my beautiful wreath since Saturday; it didn’t even occur to me to consider the effects of the harsh sun. I thought hot glue was impervious. Today, I learned my lesson. With the sun shining in all its glory, things took an unfortunate turn for the worse.
I’m out of glue sticks. Even if I had a surplus of glue sticks, the leaves that fell are all gooey and sticky now. I don’t think I could reuse them.
As soon as I saw my nearly naked wreath, all I could think was that this somehow could be construed as metaphor for life. What was once bright and vibrant is now weathered, plucked bare and disenchanted.
I guess I have no choice now but to make this yarn wreath.