::My feet HURT::

It isn't everyday that I spend hours at a time on my feet, and certainly not three days in a row, but that's how it was yesterday, the day before, and the day before. I took time off of work so I could be an extra designer at the floral shop--do you have any idea how busy florists are at Valentine's Day?! Yah, flowers seem to be a popular gift choice for someone special! Oh yes, I knew that, and I anticipated being busy, but wow--I now know how mentally and physically draining the business is. And probably even more so for the owners/managers of the shop.
It was great practice, so I'm pleased for the opportunity to test my skills that I learned in school. So glad the owners are happy to give me that chance! I truly am there to help and learn and practice. So, on the day of love, I was able to spend time doing something I love--being with flowers.
It wasn't a stroll in the garden however. No strolling--only clipping, snipping, hauling, lifting, laughing, talking, helping, chopping, filling, arranging, trimming, making, creating, questioning, searching, standing, selecting, bending, answering, holding, pouring, cleaning, opening, sweeping, shifting, draining, processing, tying, tripping, reaching, cutting, calling, commenting, dropping, carrying, turning, head shaking, hurrying, carpooling, reassuring, spilling, order-taking, assisting, pricing, spritzing, smelling, encouraging and designing. Sitting? Only when using the restroom. Eating? Only now and then--never time for a meal.
It's amazing how many people shop for flowers like it's late Christmas Eve--last minute, after work, mostly men lined up hoping to find something for their special someone. (Hint for the future: select a different gift, or plan ahead and order in advance--thanks! LOL!)
I am wiped out. Tired. Drained. All good experience though.
Now we anticipate Easter, proms, and Mother's Day....

{photo NOT my own--it's an image from the internet...}