07/29/2026
Two years ago this week—just seven days after my final breast-cancer-related surgery, an emergency surgery due to infection and my body rejecting internal sutures and a full re-reconstruction—I loaded this wedding into the van. That might sound crazy, but flowers are cathartic. They heal everything.
Including me, I was still healing. I had drains. And for perhaps one of the few times in my career, even I knew this could not be a solo installation. My wholesaler / helped arrange for the wonderful Misty from to work beside me, and together we brought this moody, romantic vision to life: moss-covered tables, layers of candlelight, trailing greenery, and flowers in deep shades of wine, berry and plum.
Looking back, I don’t only see the flowers. I see my body trying to heal, hands that still needed to create beauty and play with flowers, and another florist stepping in exactly where I needed her. ( I still have your flannel)
There is strength in continuing—but there is also strength in accepting help.
Two years later, I’m healthy, still creating, and deeply grateful for how far I’ve come. Do what you love and it's not work, it's rewarding.