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Growing up I guess you would’ve called me the tomboy. Instead of picking flowers and wearing dresses, I preferred rolling around in the mud and playing ball with the boys. I lived for dissecting\u00a0bugs and skinning my knees. So receiving flowers? Bleck. No.<\/p>\n

I’m in my late twenties now, and time doesn’t seem to move as slow as it used to. Now, time is a rapid-fire, fast-paced\u00a0rocket ship, and I’d do anything to slow it down.\u00a0Turns out that buying yourself flowers is a pretty good way to do that, which means there’s a reason why the phrase “stop and smell the roses” is a thing.<\/p>\n

There’s something that happens when you pick out flowers, especially from a local vendor or a farmer’s market. Stress is relieved, smiles form, and magic happens. If you think your\u00a0soul might benefit from some fresh flowers (IT WILL) then be sure to check out KC Bloom Co<\/a>. A good friend of mine recommended\u00a0them to me and WHOA, my heart nearly lept out of my chest the first time I visited their cute mobile flower van.<\/p>\n

If you’re local to KC, do yourself a favor and check out the best flower shop on wheels. I promise you won’t be disappointed!<\/p>\n

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