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I have never been fond of being gifted flowers. I never found it to be something I enjoyed and always get so awkward about it. I’m not entirely sure why but that’s not the point. I have a wonderful boyfriend who enjoys buying them for me and have grown fond of how pretty they are and even more so when they are dying.


I always feel so bad about dumping these beautiful flowers, even more so when they’ve died. So, I decided to make my own potpourri. It’s lovely and smells all sorts of flowery. Image

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