More Botanical Papers

I spent the afternoon preserving images of my Mother's Day flowers onto some watercolour papers which are destined to be bound into another journal.  Of course first I had to choose just the right paper which took F.O.R.E.V.E.R.

It was just so hard to choose because I'm getting down to the wire now.  Mostly I have only very special books left...gifts from lovely people and hand bound little morsels from people I think are pretty famous. 

All these papers and journals came out of that little cubby-hole on the right, but did they go back in?  No.
Don't be ridiculous.  

So now there's a bunch of papers snuggled under the spare room bed.  Honestly.  Perhaps I should join a 12 step program for Bookaholics or Journal Addicts Anonymous.

My faithful old aluminium pot is ready for another session.  They don't make pots like this any more (I sound like my mum). 

I should have taken a photo of the bouquet of flowers before I got to it with scissors.  I just get caught up in the moment.  In the zone...you know?  Each time I clamp plants and papers together it is so exciting I just can't wait to see what happens.  

I know...I have no life.

Apparently as an artist I have a rare and privileged opportunity to 'make a statement'.  So?  Who cares.  I just like to put on my pinny,  poke my face into the cauldron, breathe in the delicious aromas, and chuckle away to myself.

Can somebody please let me know if I grow a wart on my nose?

How could anyone not be blown away by nature?

I must admit, when I received this bouquet, my mouth was almost watering at the thought of what I could do when the flowers were spent.

I made my family a yummy home made slice.  We enjoyed a beautiful Mother's Day celebration.  I waited a respectable amount of time.  Then I decapitated the flowers.  Pure bliss.