Category: flowershop

be my valentine

In our business, the weeks leading up to a major holiday are usually more critical (and stressful) than the holiday itself. I don’t know much about football, but I imagine it’s similar to training for the Super Bowl. If you don’t put in the weeks of planning and preparation leading up to the big game, you’re going to get creamed by the competition. And that will probably be the first and last sports analogy you’ll…

while I was out…

Remember when I used to blog?  Life’s been crazy, but so good. I took a little break to soak it all in, away from my laptop. Since we last saw each other, I designed two weddings, a rehearsal dinner, an 18-table brunch, and a sweet 16 party (and those were just the big ones). A few new clients hopped on board, we booked several upcoming events, and we added a sweet and talented lady to our…

while I was out…

In the last seven days, I: Designed 88 event centerpieces, two bridal bouquets, 32 boutonnieres, and 1 homecoming corsage. Threatened bodily harm to my computer when my point of sale network crashed last Monday afternoon. {Did you know a florist’s POS system is like the central nervous system of her business? Me neither, until mine decided to go on strike.} Processed 100 orders the old-fashioned way — by hand. Shopped for a new point of…

be right back!

Look who hasn’t updated her blog in over a week! In case you’re tired of seeing my fedora-topped mug on the homepage — I know I am — here’s a bouquet to freshen things up until I get back. Which will hopefully be next week; if I survive this one.

flower girl

  If we’re Instagram friends, you may already know that I spent this evening peddling (free) roses at a downtown “date night” block party. The weather got a little crazy, and I may have screamed like a little girl and ran down the sidewalk to the safety of my favorite gift shop after a particularly treacherous lightening strike; but despite the downpour I ended the night empty-handed —  empty-bucketed? — and with lots of new friends. {People love…

so long, july…

Dear Seventh Month of 2013, I’ve never been happier to bid someone adieu. You put our little flower shop through the wringer, tested the limits of our patience, faith and business checking, and gave me a whole lotta’ heartburn. On the plus side, I think we set a new personal record of clearing unexpected hurdles in the last 30 days; an achievement I’m in no hurry to reattempt. August, I have high hopes for you.…