When I was little I loved picking flowers and pressing them between kitchen roll sheets then tucking them into the biggest book I could find (pretty much 99% of the time 'The Art Book'.) Carefully flattening their petals, excited to open the book soon and see how they had pressed, then months later remembering the flowers and finding a brittle collection of bits that looked like they might have once been a daisy,
A lot of the flowers i'm choosing to 'squash' today are dry already, hopefully they'll look good. They were part of my London Flower School day of fun. I want to make a scrapbook of all the stuff I collect over the year. (Scrapbooking itself is a new thing for me.)
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