1 Ribbon Wreath

For our wedding, Tod and I were fortunate to receive beautiful gifts from entirely-too-generous friends and family, wrapped in Williams-Sonoma's signature paper and tied in the most beautiful hunter green grosgrain ribbon. The ribbons were so lovely that I couldn't bear to part with them so I put them aside with my gift wrapping supplies for a later use. 

As it so happens, now is later, and the ribbons are once again in use.

When I put the ribbons aside, I had the idea that I could do something with them during the holidays due to their rich green color--make a wreath perhaps--and originally, I intended to go to Michael's or some other craft store and buy some sort of wooden or metal wreath form to use as a base, but then one morning I awoke with a better idea: I could use an old bicycle wheel frame as the base. (Yay bikes!) That is, if I could find an old bicycle wheel frame.

Enter the fine folks at Affordabike on King Street. One Saturday when Tod and I were out wandering on King Street, we popped into Affordabike and asked whether they might be willing to part with any old wheel frames. They were happy to oblige, and the best part: they wouldn't take my money, so in this case, my 100% recycled wreath was turning out to be 100% free. 

I'm sure I looked like a total oddball riding my bike home with an old bicycle wheel swinging from the handlebars, but looking like an oddball is the least of my worries. (And just so you know, Tod also got to look like an oddball, because when the shops lured me in, he very sweetly agreed to take the wheel the rest of the way home so it wouldn't cramp my style.) 

When we returned home, I recruited Tod to dismantle the axle and the hub parts so we'd be left with only the frame and the spokes. 

Once we cleaned up the wheel, we tested it on the door to make sure the size would work.
Then it was time to break out the green ribbons.

I tied on a few pieces of ribbon to get some ideas, but then I decided the best way to start would be to wrap the entire frame. 
So wrap it I did. 

Zelda was totally confused, but she wanted to help.

And by wanting to help, she really just wanted to sit as close as possible to the wheel while I worked.

Tying the ribbon in knots looked too messy.

So I untied the knots and tried something else. I made ribbon loops and pulled the ends through.

I liked the loops much better.

Once I finished a row of loops around the outside, I still had a ton of ribbon left so I added a row of loops around the inside.
Another of our wedding gifts (one from my parents, actually) came wrapped in cream and light green ribbons, which--no surprise here--I also saved. To give the wreath more personality and fullness, I wove those ribbons through the spokes. I think Zelda was still confused, but I can't really blame her. 

Oh, and I added green felt to the back of the hub so it wouldn't scratch the glass on our storm door.

Finally it was time to hang the finished product.

Is it a masterpiece? Umm, no. But is it meaningful and fun? Sure. And was it free? One hundred percent. So there you go. A ribbon wreath made with lots and lots of love.


1 O Tannenbaum

We went in search of a Christmas tree.

We wound up at Hyams Garden Store on James Island.

The big trees dazzled us, of course.

But we wanted a small tree, a table tree, because we live together in a small space filled with lots of things, and, well, because Zelda shares that small space with us, and she's much less likely to climb a tree on a table.

Speaking of Zelda, did you spot her on the tree? Front and center, of course. 

Heidi is there, too. With her sweet, sad eyes.

And Penny is there, too. This will be the first Christmas in a long, long time without her, but we know she'll be with us in spirit.
The photograph of Penny goes back to the days before I had any real ornaments of my own; rather than buying new ornaments, I simply cut photographs into circles and hung them on the tree. They've made an appearance every year since so I guess they've become sort of classic.

Classic like . . . Ernie and Big Bird.

But our new favorite ornament has to be these frogs that Tod's aunt and uncle recently gave us. So fitting on many levels (remember this post?), and I loved the message that came with the ornament. It talked about frogs being a symbol of good luck and good fortune because they represent creativity and life and forward movement, and if you think about it, it makes perfect sense: frogs cannot move backwards.


1 In Case You've Missed Us

Because absence really does make the heart grow fonder, right? 

Well, we hope so. 

And in case you've missed us, here's a little bit of what we've been up to . . . 

First, I perfected the art of tailgate morning mimosas just in time for the last home Carolina game.

(Yes, I sometimes get a little bit jealous of how often Tod gets to see his college friends.)

Anyway, moving along, we headed up to Pawleys for Thanksgiving, and naturally, we gave thanks (lots and lots of thanks) for things like, well, Pawleys itself . . . 
And for family . . . 

Nice photo-bomb, Tod.

And for our dogs . . . because they make our lives so, so much richer.

And for good food. Lots and lots of good food . . . 

Yay for oil-less fryers!

Zelda always volunteers to help do the dishes.
Okay, so, Pawleys, family, dogs, food . . . now, what else is there?

Oh yeah, football.

And I think that's all I have to say about that.

Since Thanksgiving, we've spent our free time getting ready for Christmas.

By doing things like . . . running with reindeer. (http://www.reindeerrun.org/)

Tod did great. 

Me, not so much. 

Let's just say I'm pretty sure this little guy beat me. (In fact, I know this guy beat me. I watched it happen. Although to my credit, I did take a slight detour and run home mid-race to pet the dogs, go to the bathroom, and grab my camera and our ID's.) 

I know, I know, I'm sure this guy beat me, too. I mean, just look how worn out he is. 

After the Reindeer Run, we were up for some more holiday fun (yay rhyming!) so we headed out in search of a Christmas tree.

(More about our Christmas tree in another post.)

And on the one-year anniversary of our engagement, we celebrated by . . . making meatballs. (If that sounds totally strange to you, it may make more sense if you flash back to this post.)

Because nothing says "thank you for asking me to marry you" quite like a meatball sub.

Okay, back to Christmas things. The Christmas parade went right by our house (literally), so of course we had to check it out.

The Charleston Basset Hound Rescue group made quite a showing . . . 

 As did the Scottish society . . . 

and the flag twirlers . . . 

and the College of Charleston belly dancers . . . 

But as every five-year-old knows, one parade is never enough, so of course we also checked out the boat parade, my first ever boat parade, in fact. And apparently I need to work on my night-time boat parade photography because this was the best shot I could get. As it turns out, it looks like something a five-year-old would create on her Lite-Brite. But there's something symmetrical about that, I think, and I dig symmetry.

So on that note I think I'll call it a night. 
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