With each wreath my dad and I made, we carried forward not just a skill but a legacy, a tradition that spoke of love, family, and the enduring beauty of nature. And as I continue to weave my magic into each wreath, I carry forward not just a tradition, but a legacy, one that will inspire and delight for generations to come.

As the years passed, my passion for wreath-making only deepened. I found myself drawn to sharing this joy with others, and thus began my workshops, a labour of love that started on my very own driveway. What began as a gathering of friends and their mothers soon blossomed into a thriving community of fellow artisans, eager to learn and create alongside me.

In my workshops, I don't just teach the mechanics of wreath-making; I share the stories, the techniques, and the soul that infuses each creation with meaning. I see the spark of inspiration ignite in the students' eyes, just as it did in mine all those years ago, and it fills my heart with pride and gratitude.

For me, making wreaths is more than just a hobby; it's a way of life, a source of joy, connection, and purpose. It's a tribute to my dad, a celebration of nature's beauty, and a testament to the enduring power of creativity to bring people together.

And as I continue to weave my magic into each wreath, I carry forward not just a tradition, but a legacy, one that will inspire and delight for generations to come.