I think I was in highschool when my Mom started making pieces with Pressed Flowers. Her pieces were hung in every house we ever lived in. It was one of those special things she gifted at weddings and birthdays. I was never the flower loving type of girl, and yet I’d always marvel at Mom’s work.
This piece right here is one of my favorites. It has an assortment of flowers native to Alaska–picked and pressed at different seasons. It’s hung somewhere in our home in Anchorage.
Mom has close to a hundred phone books of pressed flowers and leaves. All the books are still piled up in the garage in Alaska. I mentioned to Mom that I would love to learn and make use of her precious stock of flowers. She didn’t hesitate to bring a fraction of her stash when she came to visit over the holidays.
It’s amazing how the flowers kept their color nearly ten years after they were pressed. The pressed flowers were so fragile, each being paper thin.
We learned the basics of pressing flowers and leaves, and how to arrange and put them all together on a page.
My first piece was reminiscent of a colorful boutonniere.
I was thinking of the phrase “Gone With the Wind” while I made the second piece.
I kept on making stuff days after! My flower stash was starting to deplete, so I started pressing new petals. I have to wait a few weeks before I can use those.
And because I discovered a new craft to love, I’d like to spend an afternoon sharing the art of pressed flowers with you. You’ll learn the proper way of picking and pressing flowers and leaves, and get to make a few pieces using our personal stash!
Click on the photo below to register!