I've had many different jobs in my life. In High School, I worked as a shampoo girl at a salon (terrible. lasted one day), a ice cream cake maker at Carvel (great. did you know all those cakes are one mold just turned around and around?), a shop girl at a beach store in the Hamptons (eh, I did enjoyed doing the store displays though). In college I worked in the print shop doling out paper and cleaning the machines. I loved printmaking. I liked feeling I was connected to something old and historic. Something you had to practice for years in order to be a master. It's similar to how I connect with flowers. Yes, they are mesmerizing and beautiful but I like how there are techniques to learn, a history to the trade, design variations according to countries and eras. I like how I can call myself a florist to some and a designer to others. It's a tried and true profession. Like my husband often says, people always get married and die (though, I won't touch funeral flowers despite my fascination. That's another post all together). I leave you with the centerpieces from Saturday's wedding at the BBG. Enjoy the rest of your Monday.
