If you’ve ever walked into my flower shop and confidently said, “Just throw something together,” first of all—bold. Second of all—congratulations, you’ve just unlocked the florist version of Chopped, but with petals and way more emotional responsibility.
When someone says this to me, my brain does not hear “easy.” Oh no. My brain hears:
“Create a masterpiece. Read my mind. Don’t mess this up. Also, this is for my spouse.”
No pressure.
You see, “just throw something together” sounds casual, like I’m going to grab a handful of daisies, trip over a bucket, and—boom—bouquet. What it actually means is that I instantly begin a deep psychological analysis of you.
Who is this for?
What did you do?
Is this an apology bouquet or a “she likes flowers, right?” bouquet?
Are we celebrating love… or trying to survive the evening?
I’ll casually ask, “Any colors you like?”
You’ll say, “Whatever.”
Whatever is not a color.
Whatever is a lifestyle choice.
So now I’m standing in my shop, surrounded by hundreds of flowers, silently negotiating with roses, arguing with lilies, and side-eyeing the carnations like, “Don’t make this weird.” Meanwhile, you’re browsing greeting cards, completely unaware that I’m assembling what might become the emotional ambassador of your relationship.
This is the part where my florist instincts kick in. I start layering textures. I balance colors. I add just enough drama to say, “I tried,” but not so much that it screams, “I’m overcompensating.” I fluff. I trim. I step back. I step forward. I adjust one leaf that no one but me will ever notice.
Then—magic.
I hand you the bouquet and suddenly you light up like you absolutely did not expect this level of excellence.
“Wow… this is perfect.”
Of course it is.
Because “just throwing something together” is actually my full creative energy, years of experience, and mild caffeine addiction wrapped in a bow.
So the next time you say, “Just throw something together,” know this:
I will.
But I will also overthink it.
Perfect it.
And secretly hope whoever receives it says, “You nailed it.”
Because that’s the real arrangement I’m delivering 💐
