I walked past a florist in Fitzroy last week and declared that I’d missed my calling; that in some other life, I would happily spend my days working as a florist.
Getting up at 5am to hit the flower markets... wrapping roses and get pricked by the thorns. OK, so I came to the realisation that I couldn’t work in a florist, but I’m utterly obsessed by flowers and I’m completely smitten with people who dedicate their lives to making them look so amazing.
As began decorating The Studio recently, it became very apparent that one key element was missing - flowers! I'm a big believer in florals completing a space. They smell good, they look good, they're the icing on the decorating cake if you ask me. But sourcing them every week is a first world problem I didn't want to face. Because driving somewhere to get something is so 1998, don't you think?