Valentines day: the day of love... or something like that.
Year after year, I spend my day at my mother's flower shop. My job title is synonymous to what ever needs to be done that day. It could be running buckets brimming with flowers up and down the stairs, to helping people with their orders, and everything in between.
As easy a job(s) as they/ it sounds it can be very demanding. from 9 in the morning to 6 or so at night you're hauling 15ish pound buckets filled with water everywhere. Considering it was in the single digits throughout the weekend, it would make it very uncomfortable to have water spilled on you and have to continue to run back and forth in the freezing weather.
Another fun aspect of the business is that I am the third generation to be involved in the store. My grandmother started B/A Florist in 1979 in Okemos, and in '85 moved the flower shop into the old house on the corner of Hagadorn and Grand River. The B/A stands for my grandmothers name: Barbra Ann (aka the founder.)
Sorry for the short post, but I hope you had a great weekend,
Olivia
oxox
