That moment when you want to take a photo of gorgeous hair flowers. And want to show them off to their best. Which means they have to sit on a head. So you stare at you colleagues and assess their hair. In a really judgemental way. For a moment I turned into Miranda Priestly. And for those who know me, I opt for a number two on the clippers at the hairdressers so can never model a hair comb.
Working in a florist shop always has it’s strange requests. So this was ‘stop what you’re doing and go and put your hair up, stand there move your head a little to the left, up bit, right a bit. OK, carry on.’ And we wouldn’t want it any other way.