If you've been following my blog since 2008, you might remember Monica, the Italian florist in whose shop I passed many hours during my time in Torino. I saw her make so many people smile with her flowers, and have since held a dream of one day having my own flower shop...
Carpe diem! I've begun to live that dream!
With the help of one local cafe owner and one Oakland-based flower farmer, I have a weekly presence on the busy street corner of San Pablo and Alcatraz. On Saturday evenings I pick up my Bluma Farm flower order and bring them home to make bouquets for the Sunday morning brunch crowd. This bouquet making often comes after a long day of dance rehearsal, so a green tea and/or upbeat playlist helps get me through it.
Week One was too windy to work in the backyard, so I set up shop indoors. (Many thanks to my ever tolerant and supportive husband for letting me make my messes.)
Making marigold and gimp herbs bouquets in the kitchen, see the oven in background?
This bunch features a big purple chard leaf snuggled next to Queen Anne's lace.
My niece paid for her bouquet with her very own money from her very own wallet. She carefully counted out ten ones, chose her "Sunday Bunch" from the assortment, and immediately pulled out one stem to be her magic wand. "This one looks like a berry!," she giggled.
The weekend of the second pop-up was less windy, so I could set up my work table outside. Flowers at midnight? Yes, please!
This is the image I sent each friend who came out to buy a bunch. Soon I'll be able to accept creit cards, and I even have a date with a welder to craft my own flower cart! Wheeee!
Happy Autumn, everyone.
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