But you can’t really tell by my front door.
Being that I’m expecting company on Monday, I thought it time to take down the St. Patrick’s Day wreath and switch it out with something a bit more seasonal.
(Eventually, I hope to have 12-month back-stock of door decor and thus avoid the I’ll-leave-it-up-because-I-have-nothing-to-hang-in-its-place-yet postponement that has become almost ritual around here.)
Naturally, finding something to hang on the front door is the perfect excuse to avoid the things I really need to do in preparation for my guests — like cleaning my house. Which is, of course, why I did it.
I know most people cover grapevine wreaths with flowers, feathers and whatnot. But I’m just perverse enough to like the twiggy goodness of the vines for their own charming selves. I just cobbled a swag out of a pussy-willow-like selection from Hobby Lobby with a little burlap bow.
That’s really all it takes to make me happy.
Although one of these couldn’t hurt, either.