If we take inspiration from embracing the perfectly imperfect results we have the answer to letting go.
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The origin of my artistry is woven deep, beginning somewhere centuries ago in the stories painted by the masters of the Golden Age, and threaded into my days filled with flowers, many beautiful friendships and artistic opportunities
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Seeing severe pain and death makes one re-evaluate what is important, where precious time should be spent. I knew I did not want to merely make “pretty” things.
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Some of our greatest strengths in our business are because of the partnership we have built. We are two very different people with different origins. Differing passions and interests, but somehow we function as one.
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Poetry submission.
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I can still remember with surprising clarity the day I spent as the young elementary girl standing under the canopy of vegetation on a school field trip feeling enveloped by nature for the first time ーnot quite understanding what it meant yet, but knowing for sure I wanted more of it.
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This won’t be my typical story full of the frills and thrills of my love of flowers (although the love is very real) but rather the story of how flowers were my lifeline.
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Every client that has made me a part of their event team makes me a part of their family. I love the excitement that my clients feel as their event becomes a reality.
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The idea that I could combine my admiration of this Californian floral style and my English country roots was exciting and so I enrolled on a floristry course to learn the skills.
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It all started with purple anemones. My dad used to grow them for my mum amongst the vegetable patch on our small farm in a tiny hamlet in deepest Devon, England.
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My hope and goal is to honor each student’s individual journey—their background, strengths, wounds, goals, etc.— as unique, important and valuable.
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The Origins of a Design Concept or Artist and Fairies: Co-Conspirators
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“Chī fàn!”
The words cut through the dull Napa Valley heat on an August afternoon, the golden hour glow sliced and seared by this tongue and tone.
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I still remember walks with my mom as a small child, stopping every few feet, pulling my hand from hers in order to closer inspect a blooming weed or a dainty wildflower forcing its way through the cracks in the sidewalk.
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Considering Origin as a Tool for Reconnection
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The journey to get to where I am now is anything but typical. Honestly, I never considered that flowers were going to a part of my life. I grew up on a sheep farm in small town Wyoming - population mostly cows.
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Origins of Process, Design & a Business
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