Holidays

When your inner neurotic lady voice chimes in, listen up, brides.

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The holidays are full of fun outdoor activities like skiing, sledding and ice skating. I went ice skating with my brother and my husband this week, and I fell  rather hard, resulting in four rib fractures.

We all have those voices in our heads that help us make decisions.  Red strapless gown to the office holiday party? Your inner neurotic lady would whisper that might not be appropriate (your inner Mae West might have a thing or two to say but that’s a whole ‘nother basket of petals).

Imagine if the skating had been a fun wedding weekend activity.  I’d hate to be squeezing fractured ribs into a wedding gown. So be careful in your planning for the fun celebrations. Listen to your inner neurotic lady – she’s got your best interests (and the safety of all your ribs) at heart.

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Mama said there’d be days like this. She also said I’d be taller.

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Mothers tell us many things.  “Eat your spinach.”  “Is that what you’re wearing?” “Play something for Grandma.” They often don’t say what we want to hear, but a wise man I know in San Francisco told me the secret of talking to moms and hearing what you need regardless of what’s said.  It’s very simple.
Mothers love their children.  Even when theiy are steaming mad, there’s a current of affection running through every word, it’s just buried in there.  So every time your Mom says anything, what she means is “I love you.”
“Take a sweater, it’s chilly”  = I love you
“You never call, you never write…” = I love you
“Those pants are not flattering, why did you spend that kind of money?” = I love you.
She loves you.  Bear with her.  Goodness knows she bore with you.
Don’t forget…Sunday is Mother’s Day.
And don’t forget…those edible fruit arrangements you see on TV are really unattractive, and draw flies.
Love you Mom!  xxx
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A My Little Flower Shop Bride and her Mom

Phew! We’re exhaling happily as Valentine’s 2011 fades to black

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Hear that? That’s the sound of the My Little Flower Shop team singing the praises of Father Time for getting Valentine’s Day behind us so successfully. Thanks to everyone who made it possible, meaning both employees and customers. V-day is the second biggest holiday in the Floral world, first being Mothers’ Day.  Both lead to a certain level of chaos around the store, but it’s always fun. There’s something cool about being part of a floral design marathon that leaves you ankle deep in stems, leaves and little scraps of ribbon.  Plus, if you ever want to witness pure happiness, volunteer to deliver Valentine flowers.  I guarantee, no one has ever been more glad to see you than that little blonde at H&R Block getting her first dozen roses in front of an office full of co-workers. You will suddenly understand why people name their children “Joy” because you will witness its’ beauty.

The aforementioned aftermath in the store is not so beautiful, but I thought I’d share this shot of our dear Alan (an extremely talented designer) among the wreckage so that people could see the flip side.  It may not be the beautiful part, but it is the stuff joy is made of, and that, I believe, is what drives us as designers.  The secret? We create joy the other 363 days a year – not just Valentine’s and Mothers’ Day. We’re happy to spread it your direction. You know where to find us.