Hello, I’m Katie — and I know all of your florist life secrets… hehe.

Because I was one too — for most of my adult life, and once you’re a florist… you kind of always are.

I know you’ve eaten stale biscuits late at night while finishing off the last few buttonholes. I know about that one time you dropped a bride’s bouquet face down on the floor. I know about the countless times you’ve cursed at flowers for either opening too fast or not opening at all.

I know about that weekend you took on way too much work and too little staff — and everything you learned from it. And I know there are certain botanical names that will forever slip your mind… like petals blowing away in the wind. Poof, gone.

I’ve lived it all — the ups, the downs, the chaos, the love.
And that’s why I’m here, sharing my drawings with you.

Let’s go back…

To one spring day in 2018, when I kneeled on my living room floor where the light hit just right and painted a purple sweet pea. It was the first time I’d painted in nearly a decade.

I stood up, took a gulp of tea and thought, huh, that was fun.

And off I went — down the curious path of making art.

Typical to my impatient self, I spent the rest of that year frustrated. I knew there was something I was meant to be drawing, something I wanted to say… I just didn’t know what yet.

At the time, I was working part-time in an office and freelancing for a wedding florist. Eventually, I found myself back in the flower shop I trained in years before.

And then one evening, walking home after a long, cold day, the idea came to me — and I giggled.

Giggles are my one true litmus test for a good idea.

I got home and started drawing Becoming a Florist. Each piece captured something only florists really understand.

I remember hitting “share” on Instagram thinking, well, that was fun — maybe one other florist will get it.

I didn’t expect it to resonate the way it did. And that’s when I realised — this is the story I’m here to tell.

Since then, I’ve been drawing the reality of being a florist — the humour, the obsession, the beauty, the chaos. The strange and wonderful collision of being both a human and a florist.

Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this:

No florist is an island.

In autumn 2019, another idea hit — this time in the shower, while belting out Kate Bush.

I jumped out and scribbled down: florist confessions.

I turned it into a 30-day project. Every day, a new drawing — pulled from real experiences. I’d never felt so committed to creating, or so connected to the people seeing it.

It changed everything.

All of this has led me here — to storytelling.

To making people laugh.
To helping florists feel seen.
To those little sighs of relief that say, oh thank god, it’s not just me.

There’s nothing I’d rather be doing.

This shop marks the start of a new chapter:

Make big flowery shit happen.

You can follow along, or sign up to the (currently named… maybe temporarily 😅) Petal Power letters.

Thank you for being here.
For supporting my art journey so far.

I promise to keep creating — in support of your flowery life 🌿