I'm sitting in the airport right now. Through a series of unfortunate events I have now been bumped from two flights. Just trying to meet up with my baby in Venice for a fun weekend we have planned at the beach in LA. Arggh. I'm making the best of it, having a beer, looking at the foggy whitewashed SFO runway and am thankful as hell for the piano player at the baby grand. Ahh! He just finished and got up unnoticed - no one clapped! Nooo. Maybe he just went to get a sandwich. I hope he comes back. I also hope I am not stuck here all night.
Flexibility/compromise/patience - these things are important and worthwhile I am growing to understand. When I first began voraciously reading about, talking about, and practicing growing and arranging flowers I could only see one future for myself - running a mighty little business, making deliveries, doing weddings, and hanging around with flower farmers all of the time. What I've started to realize is What girl (or boy) doesn't have that dream? And why shouldn't she? But if we all quit our jobs and became flower farmers or florists....how would that work?
Through patient observation I've also come to a comfortable conclusion that we don't have to do just one thing. And that doesn't mean we're not hard core enough or serious enough about our craft, it might even make us more interesting people.
The intersection of people, places, and persepectives fascinates me. There's the intersection of flowers and photography. and personal style. and music. and the specific energies of particular people or periods. the interaction between generations.
In addition to flowers, I'm also doing merchandise planning - which basically means projecting, planning, and building assortment architectures for retail businesses. Finding opportunities and trends in what's selling and helping lay the groundwork for future buys. At one point I became dispassionate about this work, but I really do enjoy it. And it's turned out to be a lovely, unexpected foil to the creative act of arranging flowers.
And now I'm happy to report the piano player has come back. Man is he tinkling those ivories. Don't worry, I will clap when he finishes this next song. And drop a dollar in his tip jar.
My plane reading: Erin from Floret's new book, Cut Flower Garden. It's a great read so far. You know that whatever she does, it's going to be done well.
As far as things going on this Spring, I miiiiight be teaching a little workshop later this month on arranging flowers two ways - Lush garden compositions and spare architectural arrangements. If it's a go I will let you know the when and wheres!
Hope you have a wonderful weekend and please, send some good juju my way so that I make it out of here on the next flight.