When we first opened the doors of our little flower shop in Joo Chiat, we ambitiously thought that we would be able to update the blog regularly – and share a behind-the-scenes glimpse of the floral business. How wrong we were.
Since September last year, every morning has been an endless battle to get an overwhelming number of floral orders out. Although we open at 11am, we’re usually picking out fresh blooms in the cold room by 8am (and yes, that requires a marvellous dose of daily discipline). If not, we’ll be in the shop sorting our wedding-related details, organising delivery times and routes, coordinating press matters, talking to suppliers or just replying email after email.
In between, of course, there is usually little time for sit-down meals. And that brings us to… how a florist eats.
- A florist does not have three square meals a day. On a lucky day, I have two.
- A florist does not make lunch dates. With the shop running from 11am onwards – and no stipulated lunch hour – it’s impossible to pop out and grab a nice, sit-down lunch with friends. Sorry, friends!
- A florist nibbles on any available food within reach of the craft table. With armfuls of flowers, we can only take sporadic breaks to munch on easy-to-eat foods. Sometimes, this is a cold burger, left too long out in the open. Other times, it’s a series of snacks – from butter-kaya toast to unsalted nuts to oh-so-unhealthy chips. It is not uncommon to see half-eaten foods next to a half-done bouquet here.
- A florist downs a lot of coffee. Being a florist is both mentally taxing and physically demanding. How do we keep going? We make friends with kopitiam uncles and have a Nespresso machine as a pet. Yes, running on caffeine is our way of life.
- A florist will starve when a certain stem doesn’t bend a certain way, or if the arrangement just doesn’t look right. When we unleash our perfectionist streak, our tummies sing.
So if we have somehow missed out on your call, Facebook message or email, please do not hold it against us. It’s simply because our hands are full at the moment – of flowers, not food.