The big “Cornflower,” “Denim,” “Periwinkle” and “Cobalt” (blue, blue, blue and somewhat darker blue) helium balloons are a bit “much” in the display at the entry into Flower Power, the floral design studio where Daisy Blossom works. They were Sven's idea, so she keeps her comments to herself. After all, Sven is the real floral designer who still regards Daisy as an “assistant,” even though she does most of the work while he is on the telephone trying to find more colors to add to his pallet of balloons or ribbons or note cards. Really, can the customers tell the difference between “Kansas Grain” and “Oklahoma Wheat?” And where does “Yellow Brick Road” fit into this scheme? “Fuzzy Wuzzy Brown?” “Ruffled Clam?” “Mauvelous?”
Daisy has been working for Sven long enough to know that he really is the best floral designer in town, but not long enough to learn to tell the difference between the “Red Rose” and the “Rose Red” ribbon. What scares her though is that she is beginning to believe that there might actually be a difference. (Welcome to the Dark Side.) Daisy did not come here for the colors. She is here for the flowers, and enjoys outfitting her customers with the flowers and floral design that will best suit their needs. Yeah, Sven has the schtick to make Flower Power a trendy operation, but daisy still has a blast “assisting” Sven with composition of “his” work.
Flower Power only opens early so that the staff can be there to process early deliveries of incoming flowers. Between deliveries, they often work on larger jobs like weddings and funerals. Since no one is getting married right away or has recently been deceased, Daisy is putting together mixed bouquets for guys who have some groveling to do with their respective wives when they get home. She likes the creativity of the larger jobs. However, the spontaneous slapping together of flowers that work well together is also fun, particularly when there is not an impending holiday to dictate what flowers and colors get used. This allows Daisy to be less of a flower artist and more of a flower artiste.
Suddenly, someone rushes into the shop, frantically pushing aside the blue, blue, blue and somewhat darker blue balloons. Mrs. Liliuokalani has a daughter who is getting married, and according to their religious custom, she is doing so in two weeks. The side benefit for her is that it gives the groom less time to change his mind.
What an awkward time to sign a pre-nup.
Mrs. L. wants white, white, white and more white. Sven had better keep quiet about ribbons, bows and notions in “Snow,” “Spanish Lace,” “Alpine Frost” and “Glacial Marshmallow.” Sven has got more whites than… well, you can insert your own racially charged stereotype here. (Please don’t.)
Mrs. L. may be rushed, but she is accommodating. She came in for Sven's expertise, and trusts him with the flowers. She will be happy with roses, lilies, gladiolus, baby's breath, carnations and just about anything that blooms white. She only needs an estimate for now, so she tells Daisy what she has to spend, and what she basically wants done. Sven listens quietly (for a change). He wants Daisy to take care of the business sort of business. He will do his thing later.
This project for Mrs. L. comes just in time, before Daisy either got bored with the mixed bouquets or ran out of space for more in the refrigerator. When she finishes with Mrs. L., she will start on the math of taking everything that Mrs. L. wants and making sure it will fit the venue for the wedding and reception. Most of the “inert” materials are already in the shop; but she will still need to get a start on ordering all the white, white, white and more white flowers from the growers and wholesalers. White is always available, and is routine to floral designers, but still takes a bit of work to get rounded up. There are no “white flower rustlers” to gallop around and herd them up for you.
As rushed as this project already is in regard to acquiring the materials, the actual assembly of the floral arrangements must wait until just days prior to the wedding. Flowers are too perishable to get an early start on. This will drag the fun out for the full two weeks.
For now, Daisy determines what can be done within budget. Mrs. L. is happy with what she gets, and is open to suggestions for a bit more. She is sure there will be a lot of back and forth telephone calls practically up until the time that vows are exchanged, but Daisy gets enough information from this brief consultation to get started. What seemed like minutes to those involved really took almost the second half of the day, leaving only an hour or so for Daisy to get started. She is pleased to know that she will have something more exciting than mixed bouquets to continue working on in the morning.
Mrs. L. leaves the shop less hectically than she entered it, and even comments on the delightful blue balloons that seem to be obstructing her departure. Sven forces a smile and waves quietly as he thinks to himself, “They're “Cornflower,” “Denim,” “Periwinkle” and “Cobalt,” you frumpy cow.”