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stick a fork in it.

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Reporting live from my back patio. In the jeans I’ve worn for at least 5 of the previous 9 calendar days. Eating peanut butter straight from the jar. Trying to form coherent sentences. Coming up short. 

Y’all. I am so tired. That’s pronounced “tarred,” bee-tee-dubs, which is the extreme southern version of plain ol’ tuckered out exhaustion.

I’m going on record (the record being this blog because no one else cares) to say that the last seven days have been some of the most challenging of my short floral career. Not the worst, mind you, but nonetheless difficult. With the help of my godsend of a new employee, we powered through two events, a wedding, a prom and a basket full of everyday orders. All told we designed and delivered nearly 150 pieces.

Just the two of us.

It was equal parts exhausting and exhilarating to finish all that work on our own, but I think I can speak for both of us when I say we’re in no hurry to try it again.

I’m settling back into a normal routine this week, and trying not to panic at the sight of Mother’s Day just a few rows away on my calendar…

Anyone want to come work at a flower shop? ;-)

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let’s do this, april.

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{ a day that begins in a garden center is a good day. }

Dear First Week of April,

I’m ready for you.

I know March and I had some issues, but if it’s cool with you, I’d like to wipe the slate clean and start fresh. Good? Good.

Let’s start by crossing all our appendages that I avoid the flu that incapacitated C and half his office over the weekend; ain’t nobody got time for illness right now.

On the books: two banquet luncheons (16 tables each), a large wedding, and a prom. Oh, and did I mention our designer is taking a vacation this week?

So yeah. Rally time, white blood cells.

Happily, our new team member is learning faster than I could’ve hoped, so I know we’re going to kill it.

It might kill us…

Let’s put Starbucks on speed-dial, for good measure.

And stock the wine stash.

We got this. 

Signed,

Slightly-Overwhelmed but Incredibly Grateful Florist

this and that

For the last couple of weeks, I feel like I’m in this weird state of flux; I don’t know what that even means exactly, except that there’s a whole lot happening over here and I’m trying to keep up with the ebb and flow as gracefully as possible. I would love to tell you that I’m a go-with-the-flow effortless adapter, but the truth is, change — especially the kind that’s out of my control — just ain’t my bag, baby.

We said an unexpected farewell to a valued employee last week who took an opportunity she couldn’t refuse, which threw me into a bit of a tailspin as I put the kibosh on {much-needed} April vacation plans with C, searched for an immediate replacement, and got to work training someone new during one of our busiest times of the year. All the while, our building is still for sale and we’re wishing on all our lucky stars/pennies/other-superstitious-talismans that someone will sign a longterm lease on the empty space next door so we can take that unknown off our plate for a while.

Oh, and taxes.

So. I’ve been doing what any woman in a mini-funk would do:

Spending extra time with my amazing friends, who patiently listen to my woes, offer up solid advice, and make me laugh until I forget my worries for a while.

Hoarding bargain bin coming-of-age fiction books and devouring them in my quiet time. For some reason, reading about some flailing adolescent girl dramatically careening into womanhood always makes me feel better about my situation.

Soaking up as much sunshine as possible.

Hitting up art festivals, farmers markets, and anything else that can get me outside for a bit.

Slam-nomming fancy cheese and dark chocolate.

Contemplating a drastic haircut. {Like this one?}

Listening to my mother try to talk me out of a drastic haircut.

Losing myself in Netflix marathons; currently House of Cards and old seasons of Ally McBeal.

Matching my outfits to my favorite flowers. Just kidding, that was a happy coincidence (top left).