Ever since I can remember, flowers have been a defining part of my life. My Mom started her own business when I was just a little kid, opening up a flower shop and learning the ropes from the ground up on her own. Pretty soon her business became a full-fledged event planning operation, housed in....our garage!
Plastic buckets of hydrangeas, alstroemerias, and dusty miller greens took the place of our cars, and her friends joined in the process to help put the magic together. I would sit on overturned buckets and watch these women speak in spicy Farsi and delicately place each stem where it belonged until there was a delicate, whole, and intentionally pieced floral arrangement or bouquet on each shelf.
I guess we all grow up saying we want to grow up to be exactly the OPPOSITE, or at least as close to it, as our parents. At least in respect of their occupations. We see the stress, turmoil, and long hours on their faces and think of how we can diverge from whatever genetic inevitabilities that string us along with them in order to live more comfortably, less a prisoner of our jobs.
BUT...I guess that was never to be the case with me.
Working with organic, living things is so gratifying. It is ephemeral art that connects you to the Earth, AND in turn connects two other destined-to-be-together people.
It's magic. And that's how everyone should feel about their jobs, right?
xoxo Yaz
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