I cannot think of a creepier, macabre author. Poe instills a sense of dread and longing that fits my love of Halloween. The opening stanza of “The Raven” starts with a knocking at the door. Seems fitting that I’m sharing my Halloween wreath with you today!
I began this little beauty with some left over fabric from my Dad’s 60th birthday.
I cut it all up into strips and began hot gluing it in place.
Once it was altogether, I popped all the silk flowers off their stems. The stupid things wouldn’t stay in place to SAVE MY LIFE. I ended up taking a steak knife, piercing through the fabric, and putting hot glue in the new hole. (That way the little nubbins of the flower had somewhere to lay.)
I added some embellishment with the feathers, berries, and the raven.
I love how vintage and classy my Halloween wreath looks! But if you know the poem, it’s also kinda creepy.