At grace's wedding she introduced me to her family and friends as "her florist". She would say "so-and-so this is Sarah, my florist", to everyone that arrived while I was setting up. I loved it.
Her in-laws are from South Africa and were speaking in french. I loved hearing them speak while I was working. It made me feel like an in-house florist. I thought about how amazing it would be to live in an old castle in the countryside and be someone's full time florist. They would of course introduce me as so to all of their guests. I'd keep a cutting garden next to their field of sheep, and i'd have a shed full of giant urns and antique silver pieces.
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI aspire to that job.
ReplyDeleteNew to your blog and loving it. :) Your floral arrangements are just beautiful beyond words.
ReplyDeleteDid a little shout-out to you today on my blog...hope you don't mind...
Sounds like you are having some fun with this fantasy! And in this perfectly delightful world, you would pick endless flowers with nary a thorn nor a wilted flower to mar such a charming scene? yep, sounds good to me!
ReplyDeletelook; when i get my castle in the countryside of France ...YOU ARE HIRED
ReplyDeletelove your work !
beautiful bouquet. and beautiful words you wrote!
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