Best Job Ever

Springtime always reminds me of my first, and possibly my all-time favorite job. During the summers of my high school years, I worked at a little neighborhood florist shop. Now, when I say "little neighborhood florist shop" I'm sure it conjures up images of a small store front with a couple of coolers, a table in back and one cash register. The only accurate thing about this image is that it only had one cash register. Nothing about this family owned and operated business was small. They had a huge greenhouse where they forced bulbs, and boarded a myriad of different plants. They also had a huge double lot outback for growing. It was fabulous... really! Their clientele was also fabulous. They handled the flowers for all of the best and most important people (and functions) around Grosse Pointe. I can remember on Wednesdays and Thursdays the household help for the big families around town would bring in beautiful and priceless vessels for the designers to fill with fresh flowers. It was so fun to see these incredible heirlooms being hand carried in by the butlers wearing white gloves, of course! The crystal compotes, antique Chinese porcelain vases and elaborate sterling silver epergnes were things that I had never before seen the likes of. And when they were arranged with flowers... well, it was really something to see! Here are some images that remind me of the good ole' days dreaming about how "the other half" lived.

Images via Martha Stewart