I confess I have an undeveloped sense of Halloween fun. I'm in awe of those Pumpkin Heads who love it more than Christmas. (my recent driver, Ryan) The first Halloween I worked in a flower shop, it was required that I wear a costume. I balked, I resisted, I clenched my teeth. I was a Gypsy. Yes, I kind of got into it by the end of the day, but as soon as that red petticoat came off when I went home, I was relieved.
I like helping customers achieve their Halloween visions. We made a bouquet for the Bride of Dracula, and a wrist corsage for "Carrie". I think I'm probably missing a great marketing opportunity with Halloween. O. Well.
Yesterday I dug into an old box to find a little creepiness for Jane's Flowers in the House Party. Jane, I salute you today and every day hereafter. You are my hero!