If you’ve ever wondered what really goes on inside a flower shop, let me pull back the curtain—slowly, because there are vases everywhere and at least one of them is definitely about to fall over.
Being a florist means I’m part artist, part therapist, and part emergency responder. Every day starts with coffee (this is not optional), followed by boxes of flowers arriving that look nothing like flowers… until I open them. Then suddenly the shop smells amazing, my allergies wake up, and it’s go-time.
The Customers I Know and Love
First, there’s the Last-Minute Shopper. They walk in with panic in their eyes and say, “I need something beautiful… and I need it in five minutes.” Perfect. I live for this kind of chaos.
Then there’s the Over-Explainer. They tell me the entire backstory of their relationship—names, dates, emotional ups and downs—just to order a bouquet. By the end, I’m emotionally invested and silently hoping the flowers fix everything.
And of course, the Confident Flower Expert. They say things like, “I don’t want roses, but I want something romantic… like roses.” I nod. I understand. I make floral magic happen.
Flowers Have Attitudes
Some flowers are dramatic. Lilies? Stunning, but one wrong move and pollen is everywhere—including places pollen should never be. Carnations are my reliable best friends—they last forever and never complain. And greenery? Acts like a background character but falls apart if I ignore it for five seconds.
Holidays Are the Floral Olympics
Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, and prom season turn my calm little shop into a full-blown sport. I’m speed-designing, answering phones, tying bows, and somehow still smiling. It’s chaos. Beautiful chaos. By the end, I’ve completely forgotten what day it is.
Why I Still Love This Job
Despite the mess, the thorns, and the occasional vase disaster, I wouldn’t trade this job for anything. There’s nothing better than seeing someone’s face light up when they receive flowers. Flowers celebrate love, say sorry, say thank you, and sometimes say, “I forgot, but I tried.”
So next time you stop into my flower shop, just know this: behind every bouquet is a florist who’s probably covered in leaf bits, running on caffeine, and genuinely excited to create something just for you.
And if I suggest adding a little extra greenery—trust me. It fixes everything 🌿
