I have fond memories of my mother pressing and preserving flowers between the pages of old books, in hopes to one day create a beautiful piece of art. My mother was an artist, too, and she had an eye for beauty! She passed away when I was young and one of the few things I have from her is this handmade creation that was done by her mother, my grandmother.
It endured quite a bit of damage along the way before I received the artwork and had it framed. But I like the torn leaves and missing pieces. I think of its history traveling all the way from England to the U.S. many years ago. And I’m so grateful that it’s still here today.
I’m in love with the attention to detail. I like to imagine my grandmother working around the kitchen table, deciding which pieces to use.
Next time you stumble upon a beautiful flower… save it. Preserve its beauty in the pages of a book and create something timeless.
Lots of love,
Mary
Because I Like To Decorate 