Where To Find Free Templates & Tutorials For Making Paper Flowers It's much faster and easier to cut the large petals by hand - but cricut is great for making the centers, the leaves, and even the templates for cutting the larger petals. Cliff Notes: Which paper? Any card stock seems to work just fine. There are specialty papers that make much prettier flowers, but to start - grab a pack of card stock on sale. Recollections paper from Michaels seems to be a favorite. For the smaller flowers, anything over 65lbs seems to be a lot harder to roll. How much paper? A LOT. The large paper flowers look best when really full - lots of layers. Exactly how many sheets will depend on exact size and design. Tip - just cut the petals by hand. As much as we all love that cricut, unless it's a fancy petal, cutting by hand is SO much faster. Use cricut for the centers and leaves and fancy cuts, and to cut templates. You can convert a pdf to svg here: https://convertio.co/pdf-svg/ An Index of Tricks, Tips, Free svgs & Projects for making paper flowers Where To Find Free SVGS For Making Paper Roses https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2023/06/free-svgs-for-making-paper-roses.html My favorite HUGE collection of free flower svgs. There are large, medium, and small designs here https://www.dreamyposy.com/flower-templates-free/ Where to Find Free Paper Sunflower SVGS https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2023/07/free-svgs-for-making-paper-sunflowers.html https://templates.dreamyposy.com/product/giant-cut-out-flower/ https://anyonecancraft.wordpress.com/large-flower-petals/ The pictures here do not do this justice at all. This is an AMAZING site, with free templates, and she has a great facebook page you should definitely check out too! Large Paper Flower Cut Files & Tutorials, from https://jennifermaker.com/paper-flowers/ For this selection of freebies, you will need a free account. Then login, and click the "free only" box in the top right of the page https://members.abbikirstencollections.com/category/giant-paper-flowers Free Large Paper Peony Backdrop SVG From https://liagriffith.com/jumbo-peonies-backdrop/ Free svg & Tutorial From https://likelovedo.com/how-to-make-large-paper-flowers/ Free SVG From https://sweetredpoppy.com/how-to-make-large-paper-flowers/ Enter your email to receive the patterns for all of these: https://www.thecraftpatchblog.com/how-to-make-paper-flowers/ Jumbo Peony Backdrop - and lots of other great flower svgs here too! https://www.paperpapers.com/news/jumbo-peonies-flower-backdrop Tutorial - https://dailydoseofdiy.com/diy-paper-flower-wall-backdrop-cricut-free-paper-flower-svg/ Find the free svgs in the freebie library here: https://dailydoseofdiy.com/library/ Free SVG For Making A Large Paper Flower Bunny https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2023/04/large-paper-bunny-flower-with-free-svg.html How To Make Large Paper Dahlias And Where To Find Free SVGS Paper Dahlias are made with one circle, for the base, and a bunch of squares. So you don't actually need an svg, your shapes tool will work fine.. but there are some free svgs in here too. https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2023/06/how-to-make-paper-dahlias-and-free-svgs.html Free Large Camilla Flower SVG From https://www.jamieandjenn.com/free/jld-3d-flower?rq=free Free svg from https://caluyadesign.com/priscilla-flower-free-cut-file/ Patriotic American Flag Paper Flower Tutorial With Free Templateshttp://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2018/06/patriotic-american-flag-paper-flower.html Free Hibiscus SVG From https://ginaccreates.com/hawaiian-paper-flower-template-svg/ Free SVGS For Making Paper Poinsettias https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2022/11/free-svgs-for-making-paper-poinsettias.html Something a little different - this is HUGE, and made from felt Free svg https://www.fleecefun.com/giant-holly-leaves-diy-free-svg-files/ =========== NOT SVGS ============ These are made from paper plates! https://muslinandmerlot.blogspot.com/2015/03/paper-plate-flowers.html How to make this large paper flower backdrop for under $20! (She uses a roll of easel paper!) ================= https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2023/06/making-paper-flowers-with-cricut-index.html ================= Flower Poetry If you have been following me for awhile, you know I've had some issues with my blog host not approving of my link heavy posts. To help balance out the posts and avoid those 404 errors, I've taken to adding poetry at the end of each post. It has helped a lot. :-) ================== Tulips BY SYLVIA PLATH The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons. They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut. Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in. The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble, They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps, Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another, So it is impossible to tell how many there are. My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently. They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep. Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage—— My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox, My husband and child smiling out of the family photo; Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks. I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat stubbornly hanging on to my name and address. They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations. Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head. I am a nun now, I have never been so pure. I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free—— The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets. It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet. The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me. Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby. Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds. They are subtle : they seem to float, though they weigh me down, Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color, A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck. Nobody watched me before, now I am watched. The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins, And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips, And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself. The vivid tulips eat my oxygen. Before they came the air was calm enough, Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss. Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise. Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine. They concentrate my attention, that was happy Playing and resting without committing itself. The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves. The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals; They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat, And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me. The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea, And comes from a country far away as health. ====================================== Flower-gathering Robert Frost I LEFT you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you know me in the gloaming, Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming? Are you dumb because you know me not, Or dumb because you know? All for me? And not a question For the faded flowers gay That could take me from beside you For the ages of a day? They are yours, and be the measure Of their worth for you to treasure, The measure of the little while That I’ve been long away. ========================= I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. ========================= "The flower that smiles to-day" BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY The flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright. Virtue, how frail it is! Friendship how rare! Love, how it sells poor bliss For proud despair! But we, though soon they fall, Survive their joy, and all Which ours we call. Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day; Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou—and from thy sleep Then wake to weep. ================================ The Flower by Alfred Lord Tennyson Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o'er the wall Stole the seed by night. Sow'd it far and wide By every town and tower, Till all the people cried, "Splendid is the flower!" Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed; And now again the people Call it but a weed. ============================ A Wreath. By George Herbert A Wreathed garland of deserved praise, Of praise deserved, unto thee I give, I give to thee, who knowest all my wayes, My crooked winding wayes, wherein I live, Wherein I die, not live: for life is straight, Straight as a line, and ever tends to thee, To thee, who art more farre above deceit, Then deceit seems above simplicitie. Give me simplicitie, that I may live, So live and like, that I may know, thy wayes, Know them and practise them: then shall I give For this poore wreath, give thee a crown of praise.