There is a certain post-labor day malaise that happens in the city (post Labor Day, of course) Labor Day is one of about a handful of days where the city creeps to a whispery halt. Everybody in the city is all of a sudden, a local. The pace switches a buzzing first gear and we suddenly find ourselves sitting back on our heels a bit. There is a quiet that takes over causing us to look up – at the surroundings we see everyday – our neighborhoods, with fresh perspective. Taking inventory of where we are, how we got here. The summer days we trudged through are now maligning us to say goodbye. The coming fall brings feelings of bittersweetness, exciting us with the respite from the heat, but reminding us of the impending winter ahead. A winter – that for flower shops means: HOLIDAYS. Suprising enough, Fall and Winter are some of the most busy seasons for Flower Shops. Decorations for holiday parties, events, but also just delivering flowers to people who don’t have the great privilege of being surrounded by them every (moment of) everyday.
So, we are shaking this malaise by reminding us what it is that we are doing next. And that is quite simply: hang out at 84 Clinton Street. Meet more of our neighbors. And put on our second party of the year. We have only been open for less than a month and already we have met so many people we can’t wait to have back. The backyard is getting into it’s perfect sweater weather just in time for our Halloween party and Post-Apocalyptic prom (you read that right).
Happy Labor Day Everyone! And if you’re feeling a little wonky – you’re not alone. Even FlowerShops get the blues. But, after a little self reflection, bounce right back.
We saw it before it saw us. The change. The sign. Creeping up on us. Well, it was loaded into the back of a truck with a muffler issue so it wasnt exactly the most graceful of creeps. But nevertheless there was a certain nostalgic twinge that got us in the throat when we saw ESSEX FLOWERS sitting, propped in the backyard of 84 Clinton. Should we keep it? Is it better to start fresh and leave the remnants of the past behind (in a landfill) or do we cling to it. Repolish it refinish it and introduce it to the new home we’ve made for ourselves. It feels rude to just ditch it. A bad omen – imagining it floating in the ocean boyued to an island of a landfill marking new territory of a completely different sort. No. Thats not our nature. We’d rather sacrifice our sanity a tiny amount to find a home for something that doesnt deserve the nomer of Clutter. So for now. We will hang it. or prop it. In the yard. A memory of 384 Grand Street and a relic for the future.
(I’m not dramatic you are. Rubber, glue, bounce, bounce, stick to you. 😋)
One time we delivered a Ham and Cheese baguette, a bucket of brownies, a bottle of wine, and two ground beef hard shell tacos to a woman accompanying her flower delivery. Is that an abrupt way to start a story? Oh well.
She called us her “accomplice” over the course of our email coorespondances – the only type of correspondance we had with her. We got the wine and the sandwich fixings before we ran her credit card because even if it didnt go through we’d have a good story and a bottle of wine to enjoy. All went well and when we delivered it, both parties were happy (we were probably slightly more happy because hard work brings a multitude of joys – duh)This got us thinking – in our new store we would sell fun little gift items that we could deliver alongside people’s flower order. We’ve always given a customizable experience to our customers (customers, customizable… it’s linguistics really) but now we have more “other things” to choose from. We have candles, cups, a hand thay says I Love You. This place is like an iSpy book. Come and look around.
You don’t have to break the bank to enjoy yourself in the city. We are excited to unveil everything we’ve been working at Bills Flowers And Other Things. The city is hectic. Come and unwind at Bill’s Flowers and Other Things. We want you at our grand opening party! The first 100 people get a free rose! There will be music, flowers, drinks, and fresh air. We KNOW you dont have to break the bank to enjoy a backyard oasis escape – come and see for yourself! This store will be a second location for the longstanding neighborhood staple Flowers on Essex. Bill’s Flowers And Other Things, located across Delancey at 84 Clinton.
Reading over a quick synopsis of Aaron Burr’s life – you’d realize that some people are forced to confusedly are forced to live out the lessons of a past life – in their current life. The two worlds superimposed confusedly. You’re the main character in each but in this – there is nobody to wring your hands to and tearfully chortle – but What What you don’t understand, I am good. Aren’t I good. Nobody to plead your case. Because the ones in this wold don’t care, they’ve evidence to believe otherwise and if not – some can be scrounged up from around here. An inverse understanding of cause and effect. We think we are tabula rosa NAY ha ha ha. Anything but rosy anything but blank. Closer to Slate than the descriptive metaphor wrapped in linguistic coverings. Besides – you haven’t the clearheadedness to explain yourself anyway. You are either connived you’re curse – laughing maniacally spinning the dark forces around on their heels to look at you dead in the face – mystified – and then surely intrigued – our you convince yourself of your victimhood – retelling the take in your head over and over – a narrative loop to which you eventually become quit nub – but To Fight. To Fight – is to stand still willfully pulled in a rambunctious middle – guilt and anger, sadness and fierceness, apathy and humor – fictive forces forcing combustion. To fight to move to inhale exhale – willfully – to Duel – to persist – I,possibly – the only thin, in death – made ostensibly apparent.
Bill asked me and then I realized: I had no idea. What’s the deal with a sloth. Is it happy? Is it sad? Does it lay eggs?
Turns out – Sloths don’t lay eggs. And they are very happy. Slothville.com calls them “highly successful” slow moving mammals. I don’t know what the 401K package is for a sloth but I think their success (and soft-smile happiness) comes from this slow pace of theirs. We are taking this (very subjective) sloth wisdom into the weekend and slowwwiiinnnnngggg down. Namaste’ing, downward sloth, the whole thing. We feel successful already. WBU??