It's over. It wasn't so bad. I mean crazy, not 'bad'. There were moments however when I couldn't believe what I was hearing over the phone. Customers who start at one budget and slowly whittle it down and ask for flowers we don't carry, color combinations that run like 1000 volts through my ear and come out as expletives when I'm off the phone, and, after ten minutes of micro managing their pick up order, decide they'll 'think about'. Truthfully, this only happened twice. Yet....
And then there were all the happy, grateful boyfriends and husbands who waited patiently .. . and only one customer complained that his red roses weren't long-stemmed. We will not be designing a dozen long stemmed roses ever again. Sorry to disappoint, but nothing looks so ordinary ... so cliché . I understand if it's desired. There are, I say again, many florists to accomodate this design. Just not us.
The weather was beautiful. The flowers were beautiful. The deliveries were made. And I got a hug from my secret crush. And my husband made dinner. What more could I ask for?
There they are, lined up and ready to be delivered.
And our French Queen of Valentine's Day presided over all, sporting an Yves Piaget rose in her bonnet.
Thanks to Marisa, Lizzie, Lee and Joe for all the good help and support.