Thirty minutes later, I gave up.
Effing Martha Stewart and her effing complicated crafts.
The foam balls went back into the bag and the bag went deep into the closet and I tried to put the whole sorry thing out of my mind.
But I couldn't. Those styrofoam balls, light as they are, weighed on me. I didn't want to waste them. I'd paid for them, after all. And it's not like they'd biodegrade. I'd have to come up with something.
And finally, almost a year later, I did. Inspiration came in the form of a photograph of this incredibly beautiful room by Emma of The Marion House Book.
I believe they're a kind of Craspedia - a sort of round daisy. They're sometimes called billy balls, billy buttons or wooleyheads, and they're pretty hot with the hipsters these days. I'm always seeing them in shelter mags and on sites lke Design*Sponge.
And at weddings. I've seen them at a lot of weddings. (Sigh. I hate weddings, by the way.)
Here are the faux Craspedia in progress.