I decided, when I moved into my office, that I'd always have fresh flowers on my desk.
There's a stand is right by where I work, which makes that resolution very easy.
Thursday afternoon, I stopped by to pick up a bouquet.
I poked around a few premade options, which were gorgeous, but they were more than I wanted to spend. The man pointed me to one for $10.
"It's pretty, but half of the flowers are wilting."
"How about I make something for you. How much do you want to spend?"
"$10, up to $12."
"How about some stock? Rununculas?"
"That's great, yes, really delicate. Perfect."
He picked up a few stems and got to work, added some flouncy leaves, wrapped a bright purple paper around it and pronounced my price.
"$14.99."
"Didn't we say $12?"
"Ok."
The flowers were so pretty that I ended up going back down and picking up another bouquet, this time with lillies and tuberoses (one of my favorites because of the intoxicating smell), for a dinner Mr. A and I were headed to. At first I had been thinking to bring wine, but that disappears in an hour, while flowers last for days.
That time, we agreed on a price and he stuck to it.
[via blackwhiteyellow.blogspot.com]
