Saved For Such A Time | Pastel Pumpkin Bouquet Bookmark

Like a bouquet pressed between pages, this bookmark blossoms with soft pastels spilling from a white pumpkin. Handmade on recycled cardstock with eco-friendly inks, it blends seasonal artwork with an original story, turning the Pumpkin Bouquet into a delicate bookish accessory.

Product Details

You choose 
Option One: 1 bookmark (No sleeves or tassels)
Option Two: 1 Bookmark, 1 reusable sleeve, 1 tassel (assorted colors)

• Dimensions: 2" x 6"
• Original artwork was created as a watercolor painting
• Printed in small batches using vibrant pigment-based inks
• Ships with 100% recycled, reused, or reclaimed materials
• Origin: Paper made in U.S.A, printed in U.S.A., sleeve and tassel made in China

About the Paper

• Finish: Matte
• Sustainability Notes:
• Heavy metal and chlorine free
• 100% recycled
• recyclable
• biodegradable
• Made with renewable hydroelectric power (not energy credits)

About the Artist

Shannon Marie strives to capture real, beautiful, every day moments printed with the earth in mind. Every piece has an original story created to go with it. The story acts as a reminder to slow down and enjoy the small day-to-day moments. It is her hope, when you look at this bookmark, you will be encouraged to do just that, and that you will have peace of mind, knowing it was made in an eco-friendly manner.

Story

Saved For Such A Time

Snip! I remember the sound well. Another flower now in her clutch. Every spring and summer it was the same. I carried the basket while Grandmother harvested blooms. She would gather like blooms together, wrap the ends in jute, and hang them to dry. Her walls and shelves were filled with these aromatic adornments. It was a sight imprinted on my senses forever.

In time, the nights began to cool and the sun went to bed sooner. The chill of morning lingered longer, the blooms faded, and the gardens grew dull.

A lover of beauty, Grandmother walked to the cellar to fetch a pumpkin. Carving out the insides, she placed the seeds in the oven to bake while scanning her walls for the perfect adornments to fill the lively vessel.

She rustled each preserved piece of sunshine into its spot, soft as the snips that began the season, until it could hold no more. Grandmother then laid out a freshly pressed tablecloth and runner, set the bursting arrangement in the center of the table, and suddenly the room was alive once more.

And now, as I sit at the table with the preserved scents of past seasons before me, I am reminded that endings, too, can be radiant.

“Beauty remains, even in the fading.” — Anonymous