My entire life, I have loved flowers. I am incredibly lucky to be part of a family who feels flowers of every shape and form should surround one’s home, be prominently displayed inside, be given for no reason, should fill a hospital room, and flow from every nook and cranny when occasion calls.
In 1996, I started working with flowers by taking classes, working for a couple flower shops, and experimenting with design. It was a casual relationship I had with the industry at best. As I grew up and my friends started getting married, I started a tradition of giving floral design as a wedding gift to my dearest friends. We were young and I hated that many of my friend thought they couldn’t afford to have the exquisite flowers and decoration they saw in magazines. Through love, I made dreams come to life for a day that is so special.
When I look back, I get tears in my eyes becasue flowers and love are completely related to each other in my heart. There is nothing I could have given that is more meaningful to me.
In the past few years, some of the weddings I have been part of have been featured in newspapers, magazines, and on blogs. I have clippings, copies, and links tucked away all over as remembrances. Because it is something I do out of love, it has taken many firm knocks over my head by my lovely friends to make me realize that the best jobs don’t feel like work.
I am honored to FINALLY hear the message loud and clear.