
The most meaningful wreath I've made yet, this one is a memorial wreath. Scott Bishop was killed four years ago in a car accident. Having 3 teens myself, my heart breaks for his mom, my friend Donna. I didn't know Scott well, so I had to ask Donna what he loved. She said football, nature, snow, and all things Christmas. They wanted fall colors in memory of the month he died: November.
I got help from another friend (who may be going to Russia with us) to get the picture printed and laminated. (The family wants to hang the wreath on a cross that Scott's dad built and put at his grave, so the wreath has to withstand the elements.) I found the beautiful brown bird with feathers tinted burnt orange to compliment the leaves and pumpkin-colored berries. The snowman? A Godsend. I popped into a little discount store where an 18-year old(ish) girl listened to what I was looking for: a football, a snowman, and something Christmassy to put on a memorial wreath. She showed me this: a snowman with a logo of the Ravens (Baltimore's pro football team) which also plays Jingle Bells! Perfect! Then she told me she went to his same high school (never met him, though) and knew where I could find a purple helmet to put on the wreath. So I tracked down the gym teacher who gave me leftover helmets (plastic, strung on a necklace) at no cost to me. My husband wrote Scott's jersey number, 76, in black Sharpie for me on the helmet. A few other bits of nature adorn the wreath.
I gave Donna the wreath on Saturday at a ladies' Christmas breakfast. She clutched it , cried, hugged me, showed everyone, hugged me some more. What more could you ask for than to know you've touched someone's heart?