Once dried, I save them in a wooden keepsake box with flowers from special occasions, including my father's funeral. One day I'll create a special work of art . . . maybe.
Special Note: It's odd that I find myself often walking the same path as my Aunt Ernestine. She too was a photographer, quilter, and pressed flowers. I loved her so much and miss her greatly. She was my best friend and opened my eyes to the world around me. Aunt Ernestine (or "Loy" as she preferred to be called) was very direct, funny, and a go-getter. She taught me how to live in the moment, take chances, be a good steward--and how to iron a pair of pants.
From 2014 Project 365