08/11/2026
This is why I make wreaths.
After two very busy festivals this past weekend, I was exhausted. My feet hurt, my back hurt, I'm pretty sure every muscle I own is complaining…
But I'm already looking forward to doing it again.
Because every once in a while, something happens that reminds me this isn't really about selling wreaths.
Two wreaths. Two very different stories. And both somehow ended up exactly where they belonged.
At Alliston, a woman fell in love with my blue & orange owl wreath but just couldn't justify the purchase. She reluctantly walked away.
Her husband secretly came back and bought it for her.
About an hour later, her sister came back to my booth and told me her sister had returned looking for the wreath—and was so disappointed when she discovered it was gone. Sister wanted to know if I could remake it so she could buy it for her.
We eventually figured out the mystery...
Her husband had bought it for her.
That wreath was definitely meant for that girl!
Then at Acton, a young couple fell in love with my Moon Cat wreath. They circled my booth not sure if they could afford it. After countless visits, they knew it was the one!
Later, she sent me a picture of it proudly hanging on their door.
Yep. That one was meant for them too.
These are the moments I love about being a wreath maker. I can spend hours wondering which designs people will like, but every once in a while, someone walks into my booth and finds their wreath.
And when they do, I realize, the wreath chooses its person.
Thank you to everyone who stopped by my booth, chatted with me, followed along, bought a wreath, placed a custom order, or simply told me which one was your favourite this weekend.
These are the moments that make being a wreath maker so much more than just making wreaths.
