Sunday November 23
Call me crazy, but I’ve always wanted to learn how to make a wreath. Why? Too many Edith Wharton novels, probably. Though I am pretty sure that no one in Edith Wharton novels makes wreaths. They are all too busy destroying their reputations by looking furtively at a member of the opposite sex for six scandalous seconds. Surrounded by wreaths that the servants made, probably? Probably. I don’t know. I don’t question my impulses. Wreaths: I want to make one, and thank goodness, now someone will teach me! Specifically, experts from Michael Gaffney’s New York School of Flower Design will be assembling wreaths out of cedar, pine, balsam, pine cones and berries, and then we will be buying hostess dresses and hopping the next train to Stepford. And you know what? It will be fun. They are going to look great. People are going to admire them, and next year we will make some decorative Santa Clauses/Hanukah Harrys out of pinecones, and then, that third year, Martha Stewart will call us on the phone to initiate a spontaneous and freewheeling friendship. Union Square Hyatt, 134 Fourth Avenue, 2-3 p.m., $40,
