WREATHS

I love fluff. It's all fantasy though isn't it? i.e fluff = snow of which we never see at Christmas, always hot as hell in Sydney. Last years wreath gets another gig. Three metres of feather boa from here. Mmm..so soft.



With a little help from me, my daughter's effort. She did the beading, of which she did an excellent job and was very proud of her efforts.