My First Dozen Roses

So the time has come to put myself out there and make a dozen roses. John and I were at the shop last weekend and it was go time.

I had an hour or so to myself and dove right in. Approximately 45 minutes later my masterpiece was complete. That's right....45 minutes. I'm no accredited florist but I have to tell you that I at least know that this was downright pathetic and if I ever want to see a penny of profits I need to work on my efficiency.

I made at least three different cuts to the stems (each) afraid to cut too short the first time, then again the second until it was juuuuuuuuuuuuust right. Then it came to the arranging.. at the end it was satisfying to look at what I created but why did I feel so anxiety ridden? I felt like the creative process became some sort of mental test. What will Hubert think, did I cut them too short? Did they look balanced? Were there enough greens? Is he going to laugh me into oblivion? Or worse than that...were they "Fast-Crap"? (This is Huberts phrase for "florists" who get their design certificate piece of paper at the community college and churn out careless work.)

My floranxiety is driven by the fact that creativity is something that I have but I have to work at it. It does not come naturally and unfortunately I know that so I tend to over think, overanalyze and generally drive myself into a florenzy.

In the end I got an atta-girl from Hubert which made me feel incredible. He only had to touch up the greens slightly before it could actually leave the shop. Not bad for a fledgling! ;)

By the way, I haven't posted a pic of my masterpiece because due to unfortunate circumstances, I have lost my camera. This is something that we will delve into in future posts when we explore my terrible ADHD and scatterbrained traits.