spreading joy with flowers
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves
-e.e cummings
meet alessia
I grew up in nature. In luscious, mature, South African gardens. I helped my gran plant pansies in her garden and picked my mom's garden roses. I went with my dad to collect flowers from my mom's favourite florist and admired the garage full of cut flowers. I said I wanted to be a journalist-florist-software engineer.
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And although software engineering wasn't for me (I did try for a while) literature and flowers are my two great loves.
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Growing up, my mom always had flowers in the house (makes me think of Monet- always, always and always), and since moving out and getting married myself I've always kept flowers in the house, too.
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I've lived in many countries around the world, and with all the changes and transitions, flowers have always been a constant.
Flowers are so a part of who I am and who I have always been that I didn't realise how much I took them for granted.
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And so, after devoting many years to literature, floristry re-presented itself in a strange, sudden, serendipitous way and I slipped into it as though it was the most natural and fitting and right thing in the world.
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With my arrangements, I hope to bring a bit of colour and joy, and maybe some hints of the places I've been, too.
