An Independent Woman

It seems to be a quiet weekend in blogland.  I've been locked in at work for the past 2 days doing weddings and parties.

My weekend consists of today because I'm going in to work Monday.  One designer and the owners are on vacation.   I'll work thru Thursday and then GG and I leave for Lake Ariel in Pennsylvania where one of my best friends gets married on Friday at her family's summer house, under a full moon.

We'll bring the bouquet and a boutonniere for the groom.  Big fun roses and mini sunflowers are the requested flowers.  She's big fun herself.  A tall redhead who's favorite color is orange.  A fabulous cook and baker, seamstress and all around problem solver.  " You know what you ought to do?" is her favorite way to start a sentence.  More often than not she's right.  This has aggravated me for many years.

We had a business together in the late 80's ,early 90's. The two of us, with help from an constantly revolving cast of friends, could " knockout some work" as the redhead puts it.  We knocked it out with music blasting and friends going on coffee runs, writing cards, answering phones and occasionally doing deliveries for us. 

Then I got divorced and the recession got to be too much for us.  We closed American County Flowers and I went to work for the shop I'm still with and she runs her own floral business out of her home.  She also works one day in the shop with us because, apparently, I still need to be told what I need to do.

She's a very independent woman who was happy as a single woman, dating on occasion, "Cause a girl's got to eat" but content as could be in the world she had created for herself.  What a shock to all of us but mostly her that she met such a wonderful man and will marry him in less than a week.


He too  has a million projects going at once, loves to cook, has 4 grown children from a previous marriage who think she hung the moon.  Even in the midst on moving her VERY full apartment into his small house, they have time to plant 16 tomato plants, throw parties, build a greenhouse and plan a wedding.

It will be interesting watching a 50 something woman adjust to a long term relationship with a constant companion.  There are even grandchildren to  factor in.  And the question of what would she like to be called.

I can assure you it's not going to be grandma!

More will be revealed, to her and to us.  But as all her friends say,  we now know there truly is someone for everyone.  Just keep yours eyes wide open and your hair colored.