Becoming a Florist


A florist is for life.

“I’ve had an idea” is a phrase that causes me to batten down the hatches and prepare for the worst when uttered by my better half.  This is probably more a reflection on me than on any of her ideas. 

Perhaps it is a fear of change or of the unknown.  Maybe it is simply the possibility of my having to do something about the idea myself that I am resistant to.  Certainly I take longer to adapt to upheaval of my routine than I used to when I was younger.

“I want to do flower arranging” was the pronouncement this time.  Despite my having alluded to being older in the last paragraph, I still think of myself as young, and she certainly is.  Thus it came as a surprise to me that she would be wanting to do something that I associate more with my mothers’ generation.  Never the less, it required no more input on my part than being supportive, so with a sigh of relief I settled down to hearing out the rest of the idea.

Idea?  No, my better half is a woman of action.  By the end of the week she had already attended a one day course on wedding flowers.  That very night I found myself making coursages at the kitchen table with her.

I’m not ashamed to say that I actually enjoyed it, although I am enjoying the anonymity of this blog as I write about it.

Sometimes in life we find ourselves captivated by a new interest.  This is certainly the case with my beloved.  I can truly say that this new outlet has made us both happier.  She loves to arrange the flowers and I love to see the pleasure she derives from it.

I love it enough to not mind the flower petals, leaves, stems and wires that have overtaken our kitchen.  While I was aware of the concept of walking on rose petals, I was quite unprepared for the reality of walking on a floor of waste foliage and thorns.

“I want to do weddings” was the next pronouncement.  Not content with merely making arrangements for herself any more, the possibility of turning a hobby into an income source had added a new passion to this new pastime.

I was aghast.  I had been very impressed with what she had produced, but it had never occured to me that a florist doing wedding flowers does not need a four year degree before they are allowed to offer their services.

Having had some experience of the pressure of weddings from a photographic standing, I conveyed this to her gently.  Undeterred, two weeks later she announced that she had found a friends wedding to do the flowers for.

The local supermarkets have been having bumper sales of flowers ever since.  I’m not certain, but I think her fingers are actually turning green and I have not seen the floor of the kitchen for a month now. 

I am no longer surrounded by flowers, but by fragrant works of art.  To say I am impressed would be an understatement.  I am gobsmacked, amazed and somewhat elated, the latter being an infectious condition brought on by her relentless passion and enthusiasm.

She could have tried to maybe start commercial life with corporate flowers or even funerals, but she has reached for wedding flowers, the pinacle of floristry in many ways.  Not only has she reached for it, but in a very short time indeed she has made me realise that she is not just capable, but gifted with flowers.

This time four months ago becoming a florist was not even on the radar.  This time next month we will be attending a wedding where she will have done the flowers.

I happen to know a florist in Bray who would be shocked if I told her, but I am a believer.  I have seen with my own eyes what is possible with passion, dedication and enthusiasm.

If I were an employer I know exactly what qualities I would be seeking in new employees.  Qualifications no longer come at the top of my list.

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