My family, like many others, is scattered all over the map, and usually meets for Christmas after Christmas. This year, my sister invited everyone (we're talking 22 people) to her house, whereupon she surprised Mr. Husband and I with an amazing wreath she crafted out of 80 vintage ornaments. Lordy! The care and creativity that went into it is nothing short of astonishing. (Incidentally, both she and my other sister have a wonderful blog. Find it here!)
I minute I opened the wrapping and gasped, I knew it would look great on a the huge mirror frame that I have waiting to be gessoed and gilded in the basement. It's been down there for more than a year, and I hoped to have it finished for this Christmas season. Well, that didn't happen, of course. Next year is another matter, of course, and this wreath is encouragement to get on the ball!
My sister also gave me two 1930's pink ornaments to compliment the handful that I already. Hard to find, they are handblown and sculpted with gentle indentations (you can find them by clicking on the label below). They'll take their place in garland on the mantel next year.
For me, Christmas has everything to do with music making, family, and bringing light into the darkness.
This kind of wreath brings all those associations together, with its visual music, rhythm and meaning that creates a circle where nothing—and no one—is left out.