I have to say I never thought, five years ago, in the midst of a cold run-up to the festive season in the Old Country that I'd be sitting in shorts and singlet revelling in making a Christmas wreath from a bunch of shells. Furthermore I certainly didn't think that said wreath would be thrifted. Or that I would be taking photos of it.
That is not to say I have anything in the slightest against thrifting or decs beach style. Far from that, I love Christmas here…it seems a mix of all the things I love, customs from home like the turkey on the day, but now with a layered salad, and new traditions like Carols in the Park, Santa turning up, fully suited, down the beach and Christmas Camping.
Every year at this time, weighed down by a truck load of my secret indulgence, I have to be careful not to get overwhelmed by my own expectations that all will be perfect – that the tree will look like it stepped out of Country Living, like my turkey was bronzed by Jamie and my gifts were wrapped by the goddess Martha herself.
I have to protect myself from those beautifully accessorised magazine articles of lovingly prepared items and shelve all ideas of 'Christmas Crafting' and sewing gifts.
I don't though yet seem to be able to protect myself from breathtakingly decorated stores. Yep I do know no-one lives in these stores (tho certainly I have thought of asking how much for a night in the beachy shop bed) and that it is quite impossible to have every single gift in a square shape so that your parcels match all nicely under the tree, thank-you-very-much.
Which leads me to a shopping trip last weekend with Miss BC and one $200-ish shell wreath. I spied it right away, flipped the price tag and moved on to baubles…but that wreath was on my mind people…whether that is entirely a good thing or not is another matter…when forcing 7 yr olds to ONLY FIND WHITE SHELLS, while beachcombing some might think it not ;-)
And so I give you, with nothing but a thrifted one dollar cane wreath, a handful of gathered shells and a can of spray paint, this now, hastily hung on the oars to see how it'll look…contribution to DIY Divaness, …embodiment of make-do-and-mend.
There is something therapeutically mind-numbing about spraying things white and fiddling around with shells. Throw in a hot glue gun and a wreath and it's almost too much to bear.
And I again find myself a dangerous lady with a can of white spray paint, anticipating what next might look better devoid of colour…perhaps I could wipe out the underlying hysteria felt by most women around early December with one big woosh of white paint?
I used to be very old-school about Christmas, sometimes not let anything but gold pass the threshold, before that very much green and red.
I am more than pleased with how this turned out, and less so because of the budget factor, but actually more just kinda quietly enjoying how much more doing this means than buying one from a shop ever could do.
I'd love to know what you think? Just a tad too beachy I think it might be for some and if truth be told before I saw this in the flesh it would probably be for me..
Anyway I'm off to tie ribbon around spray-painted things.
See you next time
p.s. cushions (which incidentally we are fighting over every night they feel just so good) from the lovely Tricia at Coastal Cushions
don't forget it's Giveaway Time at A Beach Cottage this week
I'll be posting a great giveaway – stay tuned!