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Unexpected florist friends
Okay, so I've noticed a trend here...whenever something truly exciting happens to me, I always put off blogging about it until I have a chance to write about it nice and thoroughly. But now that it's almost midnight on a Tuesday night, I've decided that THE HERE AND NOW is hopefully fascinating, too. You do find me fascinating...don't you? Actually, don't answer that question.
I worked in Ye Olde Department store this weekend. On Sunday night, I almost burst into tears at the end of my shift. It was just so boring. Hardly any customers came in to purchase things. Working in a store really gets me down some days, especially when it's quiet.
Things at work perked up a bit when I saw someone I hadn't seen in years- Florist Boy! Florist Boy is an adorable boy who had a very tasteful florist shop, all of his own, just up the road from my parents' cafe. After my parents closed their cafe (about 3 years ago), I never saw Florist Boy again. He seemed like a mythical character to me- he was like a little wood pixie, who had a kitten named Cyndi (after Cyndi Lauper). Every now and then, I'd buy lilies for my mum from his store, and he'd show me flowers that looked like ice-creams, and flowers that smelled of liquorice. Anyway, a few months after my parents got rid of their cafe, Florist Boy sold his store, too (it gets tough in the inner-city, you see), and moved to Melbourne. So on Saturday, I was standing demurely behind my counter at work, when Florist Boy walks into my boutique, dragging a trolley which was full of buckets of water. It was so strange. I don't know if he remembered me, but it was cool to see a familiar face again. I like how God can return the most unexpected people back into your life. It turns out that Florist Boy will be in Sydney for a few days to help with some flower arrangements in the city, and he has a whole bunch of Florist Friends with him. They are all so friendly and happy and hard-working. They are also super-buff, because they lift lots of potted plants and buckets! It's been nice to be around fellow nature nutters this week, and to spend time talking about how nice twigs and daisies are. It is both odd and pleasing to see someone you haven't seen in many years. Even though I never really knew Florist Boy that well, seeing him reminded me of times that had passed. I thought about how, back then, I was finishing my design degree at uni, and how I was both dreamy and terrified of what I was going to do when uni was over. I thought about how I hung out in the inner-city a lot, feeling free and creative and tortured, and how I longed for romance. I thought about how I always imagined that I would some day do something daring and beautiful that would change the world some how. I thought of how I never imagined that, three years from then, I'd be selling luxury handbags, and that I'd still be confused about everything in general, and that things would also be strangely wonderful, too.
Of course, there have also been quite a few sensational and funny events surrounding Florist Boy, which I am not at liberty to divulge. Let me just say that when a nice boy has a crush, sometimes there's nothing stopping him. I tried to help Florist Boy out by telling the object of his affections that Florist Boy is not a psycho, and that he is very kind and nice. But alas, Florist Boys aren't to everyone's taste...or, I guess, not everyone likes boys, full stop.
There's tons more interesting stuff to say, but midnight is looming. Next up, I will fill you in on a full-on close encounter that Geoff and I had with a certain American soap star (like, he touched me!), as well as all the goss on the hottest prog-metal band around...okay, so I'm talking about my boyfriend's band, but at least I'm supporting him this time and not ranting about the irritating amount of eager female fans!
More soon!
Carla Gypsygirl xxx |