WTF? It is so hard to get published but these gems found their way into print. How did they do it? And how many people make their own wreaths? Don't you just go to Pier 1 or something and pick up one of the dusty things?
And the idea of a whole book dedicated to drying flowers in the microwave is just wrong. "Hun, you can't warm up your Hungry Man right now, I'm drying some roses to make a wreath to lay on Aunt(pronounced ant) Joleen's casket tomorrow."
And love the particle board backdrop. Very rustic and kountry kitsch in it's own right.