Because my FH was working, I visited florists with some of my friends who will be in the wedding. We met with two different people, on the complete opposite ends of the spectrum.
The first was the owner of a flower shop that looked more like a steel warehouse. Our meeting was in a wooden covered room with a substantial liquor collection (which, by the way he didn't offer to share with us). The best way I can describe this guy is that he was totally overcompensating for being the male owner of a flower shop. His assistant was nick-named "Cowboy," and he met his wife because he did the flower for her first wedding (um, that's romantic?). He told us how he hunts in Africa, made $90,000 in December on just two parties (one of the parties had elephants and Maroon 5), and recently did the flowers for a playboy photo shoot. To his credit, he does amazing work... But I can put up with that kind of machismo for about 2 minutes.
The second was a part-time Baptist church secretary who does flowers on the weekends. She's a grandmother who told me she treats all brides as though they were her own family. She helped us brainstorm and fully be a part of the creative process. She was emotionally supportive, she didn't just offer a service.
Any guesses who we went with?
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