Considering self-employment? All I can say is you’d better toughen up. And quick. The last couple of weeks have been difficult. There have been tears, tiredness, money chasing, vase chasing, broken printers and washing left on the line in the rain (some problems worse than others, I admit). The pinnacle of the toughness was someone driving into my van as I left the flower market and writing it off. I’ve had my van since 2006 when I started out. It was the first brand new vehicle I had ever owned, I loved the colour, I loved the branding (my brother designed it) and it’s possibly the most important piece of equipment I own. So as I surveyed the damage through teary eyes I knew it was over. On a happier note, the dog and I were unscathed and now we're back on the road in a much bigger van with two passenger seats for Remy to luxuriate on. It could’ve been a lot worse.

The weddings continue, it was Anna’s turn last weekend and I even made it along for a drink. She went for simple, classic flowers and she looked beautiful in floor length lace, slow-dancing to Wichita Lineman.

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In other news (and this might be controversial), I think I’m starting to look forward to Autumn. Not in a “I don’t want any more great weather” way, more in a work way. At the market this morning I saw a bucket of rosehips and a crate of lime green Chinese lanterns and I wanted them. I’m not tired of the summer flowers but it’s always a good seasonal signpost when flowers and foliage that haven’t entered my mind for a year, start re-emerging at the flower market. I’d go as far as saying, it’s one of the best things about this job. Flowers that you loved intensely for six weeks and couldn’t stop using soon become a distant memory and a new love takes their place. Us florists are a fickle bunch.

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