I remember being in junior high, riding my bike from one small town to the next via country roads. On my typical path lived a elderly woman who had the most magnificant rose bushes. Each day, I'd see her out, "pruning" the bushes, so I thought. Then I was told, I'm not sure by who, or maybe I figured it out myself, that the roses weren't really roses at all. She had made each and every one of them and "hung" them out on the bushes every summer. Now, I'm not one for plastic flowers, but this amazed me. They were HAND MADE flowers.
Last week, I tried my hand at coloring/painting dryer sheets to make my own roses. I soaked the used sheets in small tubs of acrylic/water and then hung them to dry. Yesterday, I took the sheets I had, cut them in half (lengthwise) and gathered them with thread and needle.