I made a book about the walks I took with daughter April when she was six. We had just moved to Manitoulin, and the wildflowers were abundant in June. We collected one every walk and then would go home to identify it. Press it.
I also saved drawings that our two younger daughters made of powerful women, and seven years after that walk they were heat transferred to fabric pages. The pressed flowers were placed behind hand stitched mylar. The book also has some embroidered text that our third and oldest daughter said to me when she was fifteen and my thoughts about it. I'll show it another time. Maybe.