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And just like that, we bid farewell to dahlia season.  It’s similar to a nasty break-up I knew would happen, but didn’t want it to.  The bright side is that new flowers are emerging and are just as beautiful as the next. 

I had the pleasure of catching up with a good friend of mine over the phone today—sometimes you get so hopped up on caffeine and work adrenaline that you forget that there is a big world out there filled with a few good friends that I’d like to have in my life a bit more often. 

On the bright side of that, my new job is going swimmingly which makes for this season of change all the more manageable.  I do, however, feel the need to take a bit of time for myself—to really grow an appreciation for all that is happening around me, and to feel really small in a good way. 

The truth is: I’ve died and gone to flower heaven.  The company I’m working for uses the most beautiful materials.  I’m learning a lot, and I couldn’t ask for a better place to do so.
These are Juliets—a variety of David Austin English roses, and are things that I hope to be surrounded by all day every day.  I once heard of a florist who thought that these types of roses were defected, and threw them all away.  Lord all mighty.
Apologies for the neglect of this blog lately—I have thought of you fondly and frequently and am looking forward to catching up on all of your lives on this blogosphere we have here.
I also hope that all of you on the East Coast are staying safe and dry.  I have thought about you all fondly as well.  
The truth is: I’ve died and gone to flower heaven.  The company I’m working for uses the most beautiful materials.  I’m learning a lot, and I couldn’t ask for a better place to do so.
These are Juliets—a variety of David Austin English roses, and are things that I hope to be surrounded by all day every day.  I once heard of a florist who thought that these types of roses were defected, and threw them all away.  Lord all mighty.
Apologies for the neglect of this blog lately—I have thought of you fondly and frequently and am looking forward to catching up on all of your lives on this blogosphere we have here.
I also hope that all of you on the East Coast are staying safe and dry.  I have thought about you all fondly as well.  

The truth is: I’ve died and gone to flower heaven.  The company I’m working for uses the most beautiful materials.  I’m learning a lot, and I couldn’t ask for a better place to do so.

These are Juliets—a variety of David Austin English roses, and are things that I hope to be surrounded by all day every day.  I once heard of a florist who thought that these types of roses were defected, and threw them all away.  Lord all mighty.

Apologies for the neglect of this blog lately—I have thought of you fondly and frequently and am looking forward to catching up on all of your lives on this blogosphere we have here.

I also hope that all of you on the East Coast are staying safe and dry.  I have thought about you all fondly as well.  

Ah. There is nothing quite as sweet as having a crazy floral holiday, and then a three day weekend. Thank you, each and every president of the United States of America. Thank you. 

Valentines day? Success. Busy? Crazy. Sanity level? Doing quite well.  Last year, I was a delivery girl.  This year, I managed the orders and designed beautiful things. All. Day. Long. And I couldn’t be happier with all of the new things I’m learning. 

Things are going well.  This week has been one of the most crazy and filled with even more change, but if I recall—every February seems to be this way for me.  This year, I find that I’m handling it much better than last, and that’s all one can hope for.  On the queue in the next few weeks: I’m teaching a flower arranging class! It’s for a women’s club in San Francisco, but a flower class nonetheless.

Amanda Vidmar on open roses:

I am lost on why it is so taboo to use open roses for events.  Frankly, I like them ruffly, petal-y, day before death open.  That is perfection.  You don’t need your bridal bouquet to last more than a special day, what’s wrong with these peak-perfection roses? Open to suggestions here, but yeesh, these guys have got my heart skipping a beat.  

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