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Folklife Friday: Recycled Christmas balls



Y'all know I love recycling. I learned to do it when it was a necessity, not a popular 'green' thing to do.




So I'm at my favorite store, the Loaves and Fishes thrift shop, when I see a buggy full of assorted Christmas balls someone had donated. I loved them instantly. I bought four bags full for a grand total of six dollars.




A friend had told me about a Christmas wreath made from these balls, so I went to Pintrest.com and learned how to do them.




I had all those pretty balls and hot glue. I did not have the energy to go to Hobby Lobby or JoAnn's to get the Styrofoam wreath to glue them to. Hub goes to the garage and cuts a 12" square of shipping Styrofoam, then cut the inside out to make a square wreath form.




After spreading newspaper over the card table, I began to glue the largest balls to the outside and inside of the wreath. Then, I glued some on the top. I used smaller balls to fill in so you couldn't see the Styrofoam. This was so fun that I forgot to take pictures during the process.



Here's what it looked like. Now, ain't that just purty??? {If you look close, you can see the reflection of yours truly taking the photo.} I plan to use it for a centerpiece with a tall candle in the middle. It was super easy to make.


There were lots of balls left over, so I plan to make another one. Next time, I will buy the wreath; I don't know if this one would be strong enough if I hung it on the door or somewhere else.



Moral of the story: Don't ever throw anything away.

Comments

  1. Oh I really like this!! I know, once you throw something away, the next day you need it back!

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  2. Very pretty! I'm always making things out of items I have on hand. That is my problem, I never throw anything away.

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  3. I've been wanting to make one of those forever! Maybe I'll get it done some Christmas : ) Yours is lovely!

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