The aforementioned wreath. |
Until today.
Boom. |
You will need:
A twiggy wreath
Spray paint
Felt or other fabric
Needle and thread or glue
Hot glue gun and glue
Spray paint is known to cause birth defects in California. Thank goodness I live in Wisconsin so I don't have to worry about that. But, you should probably spray paint your wreath outside, or at least not on your hardwood floors (don't worry, it came off. mostly).
Now we're going to make some festive felt flowers to attach to the wreath. This is a little difficult to explain, but I'll do my best. Because that's really all I can do.
Fold a length of felt in half. This piece was 12 inches long and about 2.5 inches deep.
Fold the end in on itself a small amount. Make a little wad out of the felt. It doesn't matter too much what it looks like.
You then flip and twist the long end of the felt around the small inner part. I realize that is incredibly vague. You are wrapping the long tail end of the felt around the base, and twisting it at the same time. In your head you will be saying (or at least I do), "Flip, twist, flip, twist." It is not a science, but the more you do it, the better you will get at it.
When you are finished, you will have a fabulous little flower like this. Secure your flowers by sewing up through the bottom of the flower and back down in a crevice or very close to the original spot you brought your needle up in. Alternately, you could secure with glue as you make the flower.
Repeat until you have as many flowers as you want. Use different colors for variety and different widths of felt in order to achieve different sized flowers.
I made five because I wanted an odd number (OCD will not allow an even amount of flowers) and three wasn't cutting it, yet seven was too many.
I made some red ones to add to the festiveness of the wreath. And because I ran out of the off-white. |
In hindsight, it probably could have handled seven flowers. |
Hot glue gun those flowers to your wreath and you're done. It took me like 20 minutes to do this whole thing. Not including the time that it took to look for the hot glue gun and curse my husband for hiding the glue gun IN THE GLUE GUN BOX. Seriously, who does that?
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