Valentine’s Day Memories - Thinking back (far too many years to admit) I remember my first Valentine's Day as a professional (using the term loosely) florist. Oh, my! No one ever understands what a day it is until they've been there. Thank goodness for youth and naivety! The two got me through the day in spite of my absolute ignorance.
What florist shows up in high heels? What florist has a manicure just before the big day? What florist says yes to a Valentine's Day date? What florist comes to work without a clue? Me! Me! Me! Shout it from the mountain tops - ME!!!
To this day, I am amazed my boss did not send me home on sight or, at least in the first hour. She must have been so busy (and incredulous) that she did not have time to notice "the new girl". Or, maybe she did and just rolled her eyes, turned her head and thought, "Oh, no! A V-Day Virgin!" In spite of it all, the holiday was a success, grand fun, exhausting and, best of all, my job continued past the crunch. I must say, I could clean a rose with the best of them.
Cleaning roses process 1978
1) Open the rose bundle
2)
Remove each and every leaf and thorn...carefully scraping down the stem with
your knife.
3)
Add support by inserting an 18" - 18 gauge wire into the hip and wrapping
it down the stem.
4)
Cut 1"off the end and lay it on the table.
5) Once the stack is high enough to tumble, pick them up and set them in a bucket of water.
I hear you out there - Gasp! Amazement! Gasp! Horror! I did not say we did it right.....we've come a long way baby! (MORE BLOGS)