As I was digging through old photos, I found more of Mom’s creations. So creative! Gotta level up with my own stuff.
Two more days until the first Art of Pressed Flowers workshop. Can’t wait!
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.