23 December 2013

T'was the morning before Christmas...

It's Christmas Eve and the plane from New York is bringing us our last Christmas Shipment. 
I can't wait to see everything arrive. 

I do so love the sound of champagne bottles popping open! 
On your way home, come in and celebrate
 - it's our way of saying thank you for all your support over the past year 
since we been in our new shop on 19 Queen Street. 


Visit any time after 3.00 and take a peek at some of the blooms we'll be getting:

 Anemone


 Calla Lilies


Hydrangea

 Parrot Tulips

 Freesia
 Hyacinths

 Amaryllis - Salmon also in white


Thistle
 Thistle

Peonies - Sarah Bernhardt


 Roses - Miss Piggy
Roses - Red Naomi

 Did I mention we were getting Hydrangea?

Of course, if you can't decided what to get - you can always get one of our Belle Fleur Candles 
they come in four delectable scents - take one of each!

Christian Tortu Vases (and candles)



Christmas Decorations too. Although Amanda keeps stealing the owls so I am not too sure if we'll have any left!
















18 December 2013

Only 7 more sleeps until Christmas

There is a frenetic energy of excitement and desperation as people rush around in a lunch hour that does not seem to have 60 minutes, to get their shopping done. Charlie hung out with me in the shop and I manned the phone as well as putting together hand tied arrangements - I have been so caught up in the administration that I'd forgotten the joy of chatting to people and creating a bouquet for that person they loved. A man came in for flowers - he wished to court someone and needed advice on what to send...

Paperwhites and Parrot Tulips


Peonies

A young woman came in to buy flowers for her grandmother's birthday. "Tell me about her" I said. "She's going to be 96 and is as sharp as a tack". Through our conversation it was obvious this young woman adored her grandmother and that her energy and zest for life had only increased as she had aged. We selected a gold luster vase and hot pink peonies, which are impossible to find at this time of year, to which we'll add decadent touches of Christmas. It's moment like this and being part of life's vignette that makes it all so worthwhile. 

Bridal Piano Roses

Miss Piggy Rose with the guard petals protecting their ward


The flowers we've received this week are absolutely beautiful. Come into Petals - we're open every day including Christmas Eve - we'll create something quite breathtaking for someone special in your life. 

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Thistle


Magnolia Leaves

Amaryllis
Freesia
Germini
Hyacinth

Hydrangea

Calla Lily

12 December 2013

Christmas Wreath Workshop at Petals ~ 19 Queen Street

It feels quite strange to think that some 11 months ago I paced around the empty space, that's now our shop, and began to image the possibilities. Steel and concrete tables on wheels were specially designed to adapt to the demands I would soon make. Could it be a flower shop by day or, with the tables aligned down the middle, be fabulous for workshops by night? I loved the idea that the tables could be pushed to one side creating the perfect space for a cocktail party. And it does! Also, there is just enough room to dance tango but sssssh, that can be our secret. 


Anne Turcic from Anne and Co. had come down at the beginning of December to lend a hand - she specializes in Christmas (whereas I just specialize in the celebrations - especially if there is champagne to be had). All this week we've been running workshops on wreath making. Last night, led by Sarah Browne, a group of ladies came for the second year in a row; it was tantamount to pandemonium. So I have to say, I was suitably impressed by how beautifully their wreaths turned out. Their artistic ability buoyed perhaps in direct proportion to the champagne consumed?!

Amanda stopped by to capture their creativity. As she and I stood in the middle of the road, like voyeurs looking in, I felt the soft drizzle settle on my face and heard the sound of laughter coming from inside. And any doubts about whether or not the shop would work, vanished with the sight of my breath in the cold evening air.