I'm not a florist, not technically anyway. I am not professionally a prop stylist. But I am happiest elbow deep in flowers, styling bouquets and rooms and brunches. Flowers soothe my soul. I always get so wrapped up in things not lasting forever, things that are fleeting scare the S H eye T out of me. But flowers calm this down. They aren't supposed to last, they are real, they are perfectly imperfect. My perfectionist personality lets go - even for a moment - when I'm arranging flowers and styling. Note to self (and anyone else with an impatient heart); do more of what makes you feel alive, even if it isn't your "job".
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