In the comment section of my previous post, I was shamefully and wrongfully accused of waxing too poetic lately. So for this post, to counteract the Emily Dickinson in me, I am merely going to show some images of the pomanders I made for my flower girls, and the Bouquet of Mostly Berries I made with my leftover supplies and surplus motivation.
{Crafty?}
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