Where To Find Free SVGS & Tutorials
For Making Paper Flower Bouquets
I have lots of posts with free paper flowers. Large paper flower svgs, free rolled and smaller paper flower svgs, how to paint your paper flowers, rolled paper flowers in a vinyl jar on canvas, felt flowers... so, so many flower posts! Often the hardest part of making paper flowers is deciding how to combine them. This list of free svgs for paper flower bouquets may help with that.
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This bouquet in a basket is a set of free svgs from
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This bouquet is a free class. Enroll in the class, and then the svgs are under "materials" on the right hand side. There are step by step videos included in the class, to showing how to assemble everything.
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For all of their files - and they have an amazing selection - you have to watch the youtube video to get the password. The password is shown, not spoken - so you won't find it in the transcript. You have to watch for it. The link to download is in the video description, but it's password protected.
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There are no instructions for this one, but if you have made similar projects, this is pretty straightforward. Once you upload the svg (it's all there - even though only part of it shows in the preview - upload it and you will see the entire file) change the score lines to score instead of cut.
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Free bouquet svg from:
To access the freebies on this site, you will need a password, which you can receive by signing up for her emails. https://domesticheights.com/free-resources/
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Mini Bouquets by Amy DIY Craft
LOTS of great tutorials and free svgs!
For this Chamomile flower, she uses the daisy flower svg.
Watch the Tutorial Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sIkoDyqE6c
All have video tutorials - Find her channel here: https://www.youtube.com/@amydiycraft
All of the svgs can be found here:
When downloading from google drive, you can download each folder individually, or you can click on the little arrow to the right of AMYDIYCRAFT and a menu will drop down giving you the option to download all.
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If I ever decided to subscribe to any site, it would likely be Lia Griffith.
But with so many projects, and so little time, I can't even get to all of the FREE versions, let alone think about paying a monthly fee for more. :-) Fortunately, she often partners with PaperPapers and offers free projects, no membership needed.
This is one of those projects. Find the tutorial here:
And the free svgs here:
Find more of her projects on the PaperPapers Site, here:
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This one is cheating a bit for the "bouquet" category. It's only one flower.
But look how pretty a bouquet of this flower is!
Free tutorial here:
Get the free file here:
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Free svg for the flowers
Free svg for the vase
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This is a sliceform bouquet in a sliceform vase
Free svgs - but fair warning, this is probably not a beginners craft.
And I think this would take a good bit of time to make. A bit beyond my personal attention span (which admittedly, isn't saying much)
Still - I LOVE it!
And another slice form bouquet - also free svg
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I love this idea of rolled paper flowers on pencils, to make a bouquet.
Includes a free svg
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But I don't want you to miss the awesome FREE paper flower templates from
https://www.dreamyposy.com/flower-templates-free/
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This is a free VASE svg. The flowers are not included.
This same site does have a free chrysanthemum svg, and free greenery svgs.. be sure to check out their freebie section, there's lots there!
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This is not a bouquet, but rather a hanging May Day Basket svg. This is meant to hold a real bouquet of flowers, to be hung on a door.
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And a layered paper version
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NOT FREE
These bouquets are all candy boxes. The flowers are glued to the lid of the box, and you can put candy or small gifts inside.
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POEMS
Since my blog is so ad intensive, I'm finding that adding poems - a quick and easy source of text - at the bottom of my free by theme posts helps to balance them out and keep them from being flagged by the blogger bots.. :-)
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The Flower That Smiles Today by Percy 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.
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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.
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Flower-gathering by 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.
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The Flower By 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.
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