Have we talked about feathers yet?
A few years ago, my friend gave me her lime green, feather wreath as a surprise gift. Maybe it was because I couldn’t stop petting it, or maybe she had a secret pile of back-up wreaths in the cupboard, but when I discovered what she had done I almost cried with happiness. I hung it front and center in the living room window, and kept it up for way longer than I should have. Seeing it every day was the most welcome of sights, and I never wanted to take it down. As Spring started to arrive, the outside colors took over, and the green started to fade into the background; gone was the vivid contrast with the sharp, white snow outside, and I knew it was finally time to put it away.
The next year, all I wanted for Christmas was my feather wreath. Carefully placed in my office closet, I never gave it a second thought, but when I tried to bring it out in November, it didn’t even come out in one piece. The foam was eaten, and the feathers were neatly piled into the corner, behind my paint swatches, surrounded by mice poo. Five hundred and seventy five million paper paint swatches, and they didn’t even taste one; they chose to seek and destroy the wreath instead. Like me, they couldn’t resist the soft feathers, and I am sure it made their Winter the most coziest one ever.
This year, I might buy a new one, but it probably won’t be lime green, and it definitely won’t feel the same, but I still find myself googling feather wreaths as I sip my morning coffee. I honestly never thought I was a wreath person, but this unexpected gift really changed my mind, and now I can’t wait to find another one to hang in my front window…
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