An Urban Oasis - Poho Flowers Potts Point
When I first sat down to write this post, I opened with a sentence that was doomed to go down the road of typical fluffy one-liners about how lovely it is to give and receive flowers. About how flowers are for all occasions, happy and sad, celebratory and memorable. (And now I know why I deleted it and started again.)
I used to pretend that I didn’t care very much for flowers. I always appreciated the sentiment if I was to receive them, but I was never blown away upon delivery. The reason why I was hard to impress in the floral arena is because my mum is one of the best florists I’ve ever known. So a house full of seasonal, well thought out, meticulously arranged bursts of colour and texture was a norm in our household. I definitely took it for granted.
In recent years, particularly since my wedding day in 2009, my love and appreciation of floral art has multiplied and I often find myself wandering through florists doing exactly what my mum used to do. Browse for far too long.