I'm sure you've all been wondering where the wreath is. Well here it is, once again handmade. Every year since I was 7 (wow that was a long time ago) I make the wreath for the front door. More often then not it’s made from the broken pieces of last years decorations. Someone usually calls dibs on it the second I put it up, and it’s theirs after the season is over. His grandma called dibs already but grandpa is arguing saying she has enough ‘junk’. If she loses the argument I think I’ll give it away to one of you!