Where to find free svgs, tutorials, techniques, tools, and projects, for large paper flowers, rolled paper flowers, paper flower bouquets, and more! [Tutorials and svgs will also work with other cutting machines, I just happen to still own cricut machines, myself. ]
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Flowers By
Flowers By
BY MATERIAL TYPE
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 Tips, Tutorials & Free SVGS For
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Tips, Tutorials & Free SVGS For
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 Tips, Tutorials & Free SVGS For
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Where To Find The Free SVGS
Where To Find The Free SVGS
For Making Paper Flowers
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Where To Find Free SVGS For Paper Flower Bouquets
https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2023/04/free-svgs-for-paper-flower-bouquets.html
https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2023/04/free-svgs-for-paper-flower-bouquets.html
Where To Find Free SVGS & Tutorials For Making Large Paper Flowers
Some of the very first large paper flowers I ever made. Molly is 7 now, so these are from 2018, I couldn't tell you what templates I used, at this point.
How To Make Paper Dahlias [And free svgs too]
Where to find svgs for making Large Paper Roses
Note - more for myself than the rest of you, since I don't have permission to share the photo.. in the Dreaming Tree group, one woman took a rose svg from a bouquet (I'm not certain which one) and enlarged it, placing it on the leaves from the Giant Sunflower svg. That giant sunflower was one of my favorite projects - and those leaves are magnificent.
This was my giant sunflower from Dreaming Tree. NOT Free, I bought it in this bundle
Where To Find Free Sunflower SVGS
Where To Find The Free Leaf SVGS
Leaves for Large Paper Flowers, or for in bouquets if you make them smaller..
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Free svgs for the Centers of the Large Paper Flowers
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Where To Find Free SVGS For Making Rolled Paper Flowers
https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2019/01/free-templates-tutorials-for-making.html
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This bundle of rolled paper flowers is free - but the bundle does not show what the flowers look like when cut. And some of them cut at different sizes... here's what they looked like when I cut them. https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2022/07/what-free-rolled-paper-flower-bundle.html
Making Paper Daisies - A Comparison of Several Files
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Free SVGS For Making Paper Poinsettias
The aster file is FREE from https://theserialcrafter.com/index.php/designs/free-designs/10-aster-flower
The daisy I used is NOT free - it's a file I bought on sale from The Scrap Chick awhile back. https://myscrapchick.com/shop/daisy-flowers-4-set-2205/
I love this greenery filler svg. Free from - https://theserialcrafter.com/index.php/designs/free-designs/23-floral-greenery-fille
The daisy I used is NOT free - it's a file I bought on sale from The Scrap Chick awhile back. https://myscrapchick.com/shop/daisy-flowers-4-set-2205/
I love this greenery filler svg. Free from - https://theserialcrafter.com/index.php/designs/free-designs/23-floral-greenery-fille
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Same arrangement as above, with the added red bottle brush flower.
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Techniques & Tools
For Making Paper Flowers
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Painting Paper Flowers
Who knew you could just paint on cardstock? It really adds a lot of dimension to a bouquet of paper flowers - even if it looks really messy during the process.
Felt Roses - With a free svg
For felt flowers, you will need the rotary blade, which can only be used in the Maker machines. It's the entire reason I purchased a Maker, and I have to say, it has not been worth it. It took me 3 machines to get one that would actually work with the rotary blade - and I definitely have not used the feature nearly enough to make it worth the hassle of dealing with the Maker - My Air 2 is by far a better machine. But I have an old Air2 - the newer ones are not always as consistently made, so I may not have been any better off if I had purchased a new Air2. I own both machines, and I still use my 5 year old Air 2 for 90% of my projects.
Free Rolled Paper Flower Sizing Chart From
How many flowers to fill a shadow box?
Here's a handy chart from Jennifer Maker
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Personally, I don't find a tool for rolling paper flowers to be all that helpful. This will vary so much by person, others love these tools! My husband has a 3d Printer, so he printed a bunch of them for me - and I compiled a list of free stl files you can use if you have, or know someone who has, a 3d printer. Check your library, or look for a local "Maker Space" in your town, they may have printers you can borrow. https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2023/03/3d-printed-tools-for-flower-making.html
You can purchase a similar tool on Amazon for $13 - which seems ridiculously expensive considering how inexpensive they are to print.
If I were going to purchase a tool, I'd look instead at the electric quilling version - all of these "paper flower rollers" are quilling tools, just used for making flowers. :-)
Others have modified a drill to roll the flowers for them!
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Assorted Paper Flower
Assorted Paper Flower
Projects
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This is NOT a free svg. The normal price is typically quite high. But it's been on sale many times over the years, for around $1. The problem with Canada Craft Studio files is, they come with NO instructions, and no sizes. They are often meant to be wall art (this one, for a nursery) so the sizes vary by how much space you want to take up on the wall.
I made this one as a canvas - and I included the amounts, and all of the sizes, I used to make it fit.
This is a free layered truck svg from Craft With Sarah that I made larger than mat, then filled with rolled paper flowers over the heart design that is in the back of the truck. I love how this turned out. :-) Find the instructions, and links to the free svgs, here:
St Patricks Day Flower Pins
For a Lioness Club Meeting
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Making a large paper flower bunny
With Free SVG
Faux Leather Flower Hair Clips
Free svg and tutorial from
How to make a Dollar Tree Cookie Sheet Flower
A patriotic "4th of July" Large Paper Flower
With all of the sizes and paper amounts in a chart, to make it easier to start!
Rolled Paper Flowers In A Mason Jar on Canvas
Using Free svgs. Tutorial here:
Bee & Flower Magnets - One of my favorite projects, I've made quite a few of these for friends and family. https://fieldsofhether.blogspot.com/2022/07/bee-flower-magnets.html
As part of a cake topper
A Sunflower & Bee Banner
[Post with the details on how I made this, coming soon!]
Making a Rolled Paper Flower Wreath
With a free svg, and all the amounts and sizes included
Making Remembrance Day Poppy PinsWith Cricut
This "Radio Flyer" wagon, filled with paper flowers, is made from a Dollar Tree Brownie pan. :-)
This was my giant sunflower from Dreaming Tree. NOT Free, I bought it in this bundle
Another Canada Craft Studios svg
NOT free - but it used to be on sale a lot, for around $1.
Here are the amounts and sizes I used
Rolled Paper Flowers On a Dollar Tree Foam Pumpkin
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Paper Flower Sites
Paper Flower Sites
These are sites I recommend watching for more tutorials & free svgs
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SITES TO CHECK/ CRAFTERS TO FOLLOW
These are some of my favorite Paper Flower Crafters
Deany Weeny Blooms
NO SVGS - BUT INSPIRATION AND VIDEOS
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Find an Index Of My Free SVGS By Theme Posts here:
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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. :-)
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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
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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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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.
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