I wanted a metal star, but couldn't find a good deal on one. Then my mother and I got our creative noggin's together and while I was bent on making one out of rustic barn wood, she just kept twirling her braid around her finger and I could see the wheels turning in that noggin' of hers and as we wandered around our acreage the light bulb flashed on as her eyes landed on our weeping willow tree. Insert breath here. That lady I call "Mom" is behind me, reprimanding me for my run-on sentence. So we bent down the branches we could reach, and they pulled off rather easily.
|Here's the beautiful weeping willow tree where our "star" originated from. Thankfully, most of it has grown back from when lightening struck a chunk of it off a few years ago. Boy, that was a sad day!|
|Close up of the braid.|
|The star is not only wired together at each point and where they cross, but wired tightly onto the ladder too. We piled big rocks all around the base of the ladder to keep it from blowing into the neighbor's yard on a gusty Michigan day. No need to worry too much though if it does, since Neighbor Grandpa can just fix it for me. He's gotten rather famous as of late for his ladder-fixing abilities. You can contact me for his number, should you need his services.|