I’m Still Alive!

Hi, Internet! It’s been a minute.

C recently mentioned that I should update the blog, and I was all, “what’s it been, two, three weeks?” Oh, a month and a half? Mmmkay.

I didn’t intend to go dark for so long. I thought I’d take a little breather from posting while we prepared for the start of a busy retail holiday season and the relocation of our flower shop, but then one week turned to two, and then six, and… well, November 2015 may go down in history as the fastest month of all time.

Let’s catch up!

While I was out, I:

Turned 31. Admittedly, I wasn’t as easy-breezy about this birthday as my 30th — I’m officially ‘in my 30s’ now? — but my family and friends made it extra sweet and special.

Renewed my library card and read some good books.

Watched all seven seasons of 30 Rock on Netflix.

Impulsively decided all our furniture and fixtures would be cuter in the new space with some fresh color, and spent the two weekends before our move painting everything in sight.

Made and delivered dozens of Thanksgiving centerpieces.

Moved our flower shop in four days during the holiday weekend. “We’ll be closed anyway,” I said at the beginning of the month, “it’ll be a piece of cake!” [Insert the wide-eyed emoji right here. Heck, insert three.]

Learned how to successfully remove frosted vinyl and adhesive from plate glass windows.

Squeezed in some quality time with family for the holiday.

Spent a lot of time in Lowe’s.

Celebrated my husband’s birthday. Bless his heart, he spent his work vacation carrying boxes and furniture, organizing contractors, and knocking down walls in the new shop. (I love you, babe!)

Drank a lot of wine.

Today is mine.

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{ That Flower Shop in London via catesthill.com }

Today is mine. Tomorrow is none of my business. If I peer anxiously into the fog of the future, I will strain my spiritual eyes so that I will not see clearly what is required of me now.

– Elisabeth Elliot

I saw this quote in a post by @dearmushka  while I scrolled through Instagram Sunday night. I scribbled it down on some scrap paper and thought, ‘whew, I need this right now.’

Back in June, C and I signed a lease on a new location for our flower shop. It’s my dream-come-true space with all the fixin’s: exposed brick interiors; open ceilings; polished concrete floors; wall-to-wall windows; Main Street frontage; direct adjacency to a cheese shop (wink).

Six months ago, it seemed like a far-off fantasy, but now we’re about four weeks out from the big move (!!) and under all my anticipation and excitement — and disbelief that this is, like, actually happening — there’s a deep humming layer of anxiety. With maybe a tiny sprinkle of terror?

Relocation is a risk. We moved the shop three and a half years ago, and now we’re at it again, and all that dreaminess comes with bigger expenses, and we can’t find someone to commit to move our walk-in cooler at a cost that won’t require us to sell our kidneys on the black market, and ugh, all the packing, and and and…

If I let myself think about it all too much, the anxiety bubbles right up to the surface and punches me in the throat.

Here’s the thing: I know it’s going to be wonderful. It’s the very best thing for our business. The logistics will work out, we’ll settle into our beautiful new ‘home,’ and six months from now, there will probably be a new challenge to hurtle. #entrepreneurship (Or, um,  life.)

I can’t control all the moving parts of tomorrow, and I’d be foolish to think worrying about them would make a bit of difference. So I’ll catch some chill, send up gratitude for today, and let my ‘spiritual eyes’ focus on the present.

Because the present is pretty good.

So if you’re an over-thinker  like me, and you excel at worrying about all the what ifs of the future — such a useless talent, really — I hope you find some comfort in this quote, too. Today is ours.

Also, isn’t That Flower Shop in London just incredible? GOALS.

Sunday Morning At The Plant Sale

Yesterday morning, C and I headed to Bok Tower Gardens for their annual Boktoberfest plant sale. We were on a mission to scope out nurseries for the flower shop, and find new varieties of orchids and air plants to add to our retail inventory. It was a beautiful day at one of my very favorite places.

I found a lovely french market basket after months of searching — sidebar: The Little Market has some great ones if you’re on the hunt, too — and tried (unsuccessfully) to convince C to let me take home a little black pot-bellied pig from the petting zoo.

Here’s a fun fact: Did you know plumeria can root from a cutting that basically looks like a stick? (They’re the y-shaped sticks in the photo above.) The guy told us you basically stick it in a pot with some soil and leave it alone, so we were like, ‘we’re in!’ We brought one home, and as of right now it’s sitting on the kitchen counter, so we’re off to a great start. I’ll let you know how it goes. Plumeria was my Bath & Body Works jam in middle school, so here’s hoping. ;)