I cooed about it last week but didn’t want to say anything for fear of getting ahead of myself. But now that the weekend has past and with more opportunities on the horizon, I finally feel comfortable enough to share it.
I started helping out a local floral designer: the talented Flowerwild. If you aren't familiar with her work, get with it!
Saturday was my first day and it was for a huge wedding. The logistics, the grunt work, and the fact that I was even there was a little overwhelming at first, but I started to ease into it fairly quickly. My body even tricked me on Sunday with the idea that I was just a little tired, that tacos and margaritas were the cure for what ailed me (well, we can call them part of the celebration). Well, I was wrong. I woke up Monday morning sore, as it's been years since I had any sort of physical job. With that lingering soreness aside, I headed off back to my day job. But in the back of my mind I was giddy over all the excitement, for having helped out at an actual event and with the possibility of even more to come.
I realize that my lazy weekends will cease to exist but honestly, that doesn't faze me one bit. I feel so fortunate to have this opportunity to learn about the trade through hands-on experience. It’s one thing to read and study but it’s quite another to actually do it, even if it's just moving, cleaning, and setting-up. (And I still practice with my little arrangements at home.) Quite frankly, as I get older, I have come to appreciate the things I've learned the hard way far more than those that came easy. So that is my secret: that I'm now a wannabe out in the open.
|grainy images of tulips by me with no rhyme or reason|