I’m not a very arts and crafts sort of person, but making a cork wreath seemed like one of those zen type endeavors that would let me zone out for a couple of hours. Better yet, one fo those activities that would end up with someone beautiful on the other side. And that’s just what would have happened had I had enough corks to finish the damn thing.
One of these days my folks are going to be able to hang this on their front door, I promise. People do Christmas in July sometimes, right?
So, if anyone out there might have some spare corks lying around, I’ll gladly take them off your hands. It’s either that, or I’m going to have to take up alcoholism.