So, I saw a peace-sign inspired wreath a while back (not sure where) and thought, 'I like that. I would like to do that.' That was maybe 5 years ago and no wreath. I'd love to put the blame on lack of time, funds, skill or memory but the truth is I worried that it was corny. That, I find kind of sad. But there it was, a worry that a big peace sign on our house would be too earnest to the point of corniness. It wasn't a baby Jesus in a manger, true (although, sadly, most people we know would think this was ironic vs. genuine), but it is a sincere symbol of something we believe in, strive and hope for - perhaps all the moreso this time of year - and this blatant display felt like it might be putting ourselves out there in a way that was just "too much" (although I should note at this point that my husband had no such qualms).
Then, a week ago, I thought, screw it. I went to our local nursery, saw the $125 wreaths and asked - a ballsy move for me - if I might instead buy one of their wreath frames. I braced myself as the owner went to the back to go check on the prices as he'd never had this request before and so wasn't accustomed to selling them. In fact, I almost scooted out of there before he'd returned assuming that they'd be more than I should spend and, thus, I should take this as a sign to leave our siding free of any adornment beyond road grime. Then, my guilt getting the best of me, I returned to the wreath department where I was met with a friendly "There she is!" and a quote of $5 for the 30" frame. There was my sign. I happily paid, gathered some boughs from the woods nearby and tore up my knuckles making the above. I'm not fooling myself into thinking its presence will do anything beyond give passersby a moment of pause ala, "That wreath looks kind of funny..." but I'll know that I overcame my snobby self for a moment this season and that's reason enough.
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