Hey all! Tammy here. I recently saw something my sweet daughter, Kelsey, had made and begged her to blog and share. She agreed! But get ready, she's in rare form…
Everything changes when autumn rolls around: the air becomes deliciously crisp, the temperatures start to drop, the leaves begin to turn crunchy, and like clockwork, the spirit of Martha Stewart (or a lesser-talented relative) takes over my body and I enter into craft mode. I buy candle-making kits and seriously consider purchasing a potter’s wheel. I decide to re-decorate with Christmas lights and artistic greenery. I make frequent trips to Hobby Lobby, vowing to make all of my Christmas presents by hand.
Yes, it happens every year.
It’s a phenomenon that I simply can’t explain—especially considering that I am hopelessly and utterly craft-challenged. It’s the honest truth. The candle-making kits? I forgot to insert the wicks before the wax solidified. The artistic greenery? I fell off the counter while attempting to decorate the tops of my kitchen cabinets. The potter’s wheel? Ha, surely you jest.
Two years ago, I stumbled upon a huge yarn sale at a local craft store and took it as a sign from the Lord that I was meant to learn how to knit for His glory. Three bags of multi-colored yarn, two sets of knitting needles, and an adorable knitter’s bag later, I drove home from the craft store, filled with knitting-inspired determination and dreaming of all of the handmade scarves and hats that my friends and family would soon enjoy. I arrived home and immediately set to work, knitting two and pearling one.
Within an hour, I had stabbed myself with the knitting needles more than once and thus amended my dream ever so slightly from high-fashion scarves and hats to modest potholders. Another hour later, the dream had died altogether and I had somehow managed to mangle the would-be potholder beyond recognition.
Face-to-face with my own craft impairment, I sat alone on my living room floor and tearfully mourned the knitting triumphs that might have been.
Fast forward to the present. Autumn is already upon us and like clockwork again, my impulse to craft is beginning to rear its predictably ugly head. Except this year, in all of His great wisdom and humorous irony, God has seen fit to bless me with a dear friend and roommate who is a gifted scrap-booker and—even worse—a craft aficionado.
Megan creates beautifully unique greeting cards, gift tags, and cupcake toppers and operates her very own Etsy Shop, Megan Brooke Handmade…
She possesses a true talent and yet still manages to stoop down to my level to sweetly nurture my crafting attempts and provide encouragement. So when Megan showed me her recently completed coffee filter wreath, it came as no surprise that her little masterpiece looked like it rolled straight out of a Pottery Barn catalog. The wreath was beautiful… and I had to have one.
So, off to Publix and Michaels I went. 200 coffee filters, 100 safety pins, and a foam wreath form later, a coffee filter wreath was born. Against all odds, I finally achieved crafting success! Admittedly, I did stick myself a few times with the safety pins but the end result was well worth the pain. Take a look at my finished product below and head on over to The Little Brown House to learn how to make your very own.
And be sure and visit Megan’s Etsy shop and check out her new collection of holiday cards! She’s one talented gal.