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| Arranging a Dream: A Memoir by J.Q. Rose |
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1975, budding entrepreneurs Ted and Janet purchase a floral shop and
greenhouses where they plan to grow their dream. Leaving friends and family
behind in Illinois and losing the security of two paychecks, they transplant
themselves, their one-year-old daughter, and all their belongings to Fremont,
Michigan, where they know no one.
Will the retiring business owners nurture Ted and Janet as they struggle to develop a blooming business, or will they desert the young couple to wither and die in their new environment?
Most of all, can Ted and Janet grow together as they cultivate a loving marriage, juggle parenting with work, and root a thriving business?
Follow this couple’s inspiring story, filled with the joy and triumphs and the obstacles and failures experienced as they travel along the turbulent path of turning dreams into reality.
I walked to class from the hotel on an
early September morning satisfied I knew where I was going because Ted and I
had surveyed the area and found the building before he left for home the night
before. I felt like a grown-up striding alone on the sidewalk among the crowd
of folks racing toward their destinations. Traffic buzzed past me accompanied
by a cacophony of squealing brakes, horns beeping, tooting, blaring and loud
voices yelling. My eyes searched for the bright blue sky only partially seen
through the tall buildings and pulled my jacket together to help keep the cool
wind out.
My hand covered my stomach to calm the
frenzied bees kicked up by my excitement as well as anxiety about the first day
of lessons and meeting people taking the class. Without hesitation, I opened
the glass door and stepped into a room filled with the smell of aged wood and
floral fragrances. Ten thick, dark, wooden tables, waist-high, in two rows seated
two students at each one. I pulled out the barstool type chair and sat down
next to another student. We exchanged hellos and floral experiences. She was
from the Chicago area and worked in a shop. The idea she could help me with
understanding all the new lessons flitted through my mind. I hated to admit to
her I had no experience.
Containers filled with florist’s tools such
as scissors and wire cutters streamed down the middle of the table. A variety
of colorful flowers sat on the floor in front of the class in five-gallon
buckets. Their mixed fragrances tickled my nose. The carnations, roses,
colorful daisies, and fall colored mums which I learned were called poms. Other
flowers sat in buckets on tables, but I had no clue to their names. The
smugness fell from my shoulders. I had so much to learn and only weeks to do it
all.
Right on time, an older man, casually
dressed in slacks and plaid shirt that tugged a bit over his tummy strolled in
with his assistant who was a lanky young man. The noisy conversations silenced,
and the class members riveted their eyes on him, waiting to discover what was
ahead for them.
The teacher, Asa, introduced himself and
David, the assistant. He gave us his award-winning resume in the flower
business injecting some funny stories with his experiences. David, although he
looked young, had worked quite a few jobs in designing flowers and won floral
design contests at shows.
“How many of you are working in a flower
shop?” Asa asked. I was surprised to see about half of the students raise their
hands. I breathed a sigh of relief that others were as green as me.
He said, “Good. That means you can practice
on other people’s customers. Get the experience before you open your own shop.”
My stomach twisted into a knot. I never thought that I would be “practicing” on
customers, but I knew after only three weeks of design school, I certainly
wouldn’t be confident in my design skills. I would have to rely on Hattie to
instruct me in everything, not only design, but also ordering supplies,
bookkeeping, and customer service. I prayed she would hang in there with me to
at least help me get my feet wet on her
customers whom I hoped to keep as mine.
The first lesson was how to use a knife to
make a flower arrangement. I checked in the florist tools containers for band-aids
and bandaging materials. I wanted to be prepared to staunch the bleeding
because cutting up potatoes usually resulted in a sliced finger for me.
“Hold the knife like this.” He held it in
the palm of his hand and up in the air so we could see. “Always keep your knife
sharp.” I winced at the thought of how sharp that blade must be.
David gave each student a cranberry,
red-handled pocketknife. I tugged on the blade to pull it out of the handle. It
didn’t come out of the sheath. Everyone else had theirs out. I gathered up my
courage and pulled on that blade and it released, gleaming under the overhead
lights. I dared not run my finger along the sharp edge.
“When you cut the stem, your knife should
be sharp enough to cut at an angle to slice through the stem. Do not bend the
stem over the knife and cut because the bending will block the stem’s ability
to draw up water.” He made it look so easy to cut through that carnation stem.
One student bravely raised her hand. “Can
we use shears to cut the flowers?” Asa’s eyes darkened. “Not if you want your
flowers to take up water and last for your customer.”
I dreaded using the knife, but there was no
way to avoid it for the next three weeks. Chewing my lip, I made the first
slice through the stem of the carnation provided by David. The knife sailed
through like the stem was gelatin. I tried again and again and each time it was
easier. I soon learned to keep it in my hand at all times. A professional
designer never puts the knife on the counter to place a flower in the
arrangement because it wastes time. Pretty soon that knife felt like an
extension of my hand.
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I am so looking forward to the tour and visiting with these wonderful hosts. I hope you will come along and enter at each stop where a lucky commenter will be drawn to win a copy of the memoir! Watch for updates and addresses. You can read about arranging flowers now at my first stop at Sandra Cox's blog, Sandra's place. Click Sandra Cox to take you there.
PS--While I'm visiting Nan next Wednesday, Sandra Cox will be here with her new Western novel in the Gwen Slade series. Please stop in, say hi and discover why cowboys wore vests.
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