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Drying Rose Petals: AKA The Garage Smells Great

With my son's wedding date fast approaching, I'm starting to realize I have a lot to learn about putting on a wedding reception.  (The bride-to-be is from another state, so the wedding and one reception will occur there, and we will hold another reception here.

I scour pinterest for ideas, and try to think of what we have already, and what we might want to pick up for decorations.  My beautiful rose bushes are blooming now.  If only I could capture the fleeting blossoms.  Oh, wait!  Maybe I can.

I gathered a basketful of deadheaded petals. 


Then I removed the sliding screen door from its tracks and balanced it on two sawhorses.  Next, I scattered rose petals all over the screen.  Now I'm just waiting for them to dry. 


I'm not exactly sure if/how we'll use them, but I figure it doesn't hurt to have options!  I'm envisioning some rose petal, vase, battery-operated candle, tulle creation as a centerpiece. I want to discuss this with the bride-to-be, of course. 

Even if we don't end up using the petals, at least the garage smells good.

Thankful thought:  Thanks for the excitement of happy occasions!

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  1. Can't even imagine how stressfull this must be, planning a reception for your son's wedding. But I'm sure you will do great!
    Our roses aren't even in bloom yet; even worse, I haven't seen any bulbs yet!! We had a very tough winter, degrees under minus 20C (about -4F)and I don't know if the rose will bloom this year. My hydrangeas are frozen and will not bloom for sure.
    Would love to live were you live, 'cause the weather must be a lot better there.....
    Good luck with planning!
    (how's the quilt??? Done??!)

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