Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Wreath-Making, Day 2

Here are a couple of the wreaths I decorated yesterday for the Garden Club of the Back Bay. I was assigned to work on a few of the large, "fully decorated" wreaths that we offer for $125.

This one will be displayed in a gallery on Newbury Street and I plan to visit it:

They requested a gold bow and gold accents, so I got to go wild with a spray-paint can in the alley, which I enjoyed way too much. I sprayed juniper, lotus pods, baby's breath, my right hand, and a couple of plant species I can't identify. I came back inside light-headed and dazed from fumes. The giant feathers sticking out of the bow are genuine, glittery gold plastic.

The wreath below is perhaps my all-time favorite. It will hang on a door on Louisburg Square:

Someone brought the Garden Club a few bags of the most gorgeous holly I've ever seen: the leaves were huge and perfect; the berries big, bright, and abundant. I christened it "Hollywood Holly," because it looks cosmetically enhanced. Using it in this wreath still hurt like crazy, however, and I wired up a ton of it, along with juniper, pine, and pinecones. I usually decorate only one wreath with holly each year because of the puncture wounds, and I'm glad this one turned out so well. I designed it to be extra lush and three-dimensional, with more holly, boughs, and pinecones filling in the perimeter of the wreath, which is usually left bare.

This is the only wreath photo I've seen that captures much of the beauty of the real thing. In all of our other photos, the wreaths look disappointingly flattened, gaudy, and weird — when they are actually stunning in person.

My third wreath featured a "bordello" burgundy and gold bow — very big and over-the-top. The buyer had requested "feathers," and all we had were peacock and pheasant. I chose pheasant and created a base of gold-dusted pincones, the rust-colored backs of magnolia leaves, gold-sprayed juniper, and tiny matte-burgundy and shiny tan glass balls. The result was moody but strangely appealing and the ladies insisted on documenting it with a photo. My own photos were dreadful, so you'll have to imagine the effect, or take a stroll down the shady-side of Marlborough Street, because that's where it will be.

I had to take care of a back-log of housecleaning today, because of the Cat Plague, so I didn't get to the wreath workshop. But I will go tomorrow — the final day — when it's crunch time.

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