Fur You Mum

Mother’s Day looked a little different at Melbourne Flower Merchant this year.

There were flowers, of course.

But there were also paws weaving between flower buckets, leads looped around wrists and dogs arriving with the confidence of regular customers.

We invited our community to bring their dogs into the store and celebrate Mother’s Day with us.

We created a floral installation amongst the flowers and opened the doors.

Throughout the weekend people arrived with their dogs in tow. Some dressed for the occasion. Some curious. Some clearly excited to finally have a reason to bring their dogs into one of their favourite places.

Each fur mum left with a bouquet and a blooming tea pack—a small gesture to celebrate the people who know every walking route, carry treats in every bag and somehow have entire camera rolls dedicated to their dogs.

But the flowers weren’t really the story.

What happened around them was.

Dogs settled comfortably into the space. Customers stopped to talk. Photos became conversations. People introduced themselves through their dogs.

There was something really lovely about watching the store soften.

Nobody seemed in a hurry.

Outside, Bourke Street carried on as usual. Trams rolled past the windows. Coffee orders were called out nearby. The city kept moving.

Inside, people stayed longer than they meant to.

Customers sat with their bouquets. Dogs found sunny spots by the glass. Conversations stretched.

For a few hours, the store became less about shopping and more about community.

That’s always been something we love at Melbourne Flower Merchant.

Flowers create reasons for people to gather.

This time, they just happened to arrive on four legs.

And honestly, we think that might become one of our favourite Mother’s Day traditions yet.

     

 

 

We Know Flowers

Our store comes alive after sun rise as the trams rattle down Bourke Street, Melbourne CBD and Melbourne’s commuters make their way to the office clutching their coffee cups. The morning sunlight streams through the front glass casting baby rainbow reflections on our wall. A construction worker comes in to order a bouquet to collect in the afternoon and offers an update on his construction project, an EA rushes in to order boardroom flowers for a lunch event that slipped out of the diary, leaving with a sigh of relief that everything is in hand. Two colleagues linger over our tiered display debating the favourite colour of the birthday girl as they hustle to get back to the office in time to present her with the bouquet for morning tea. The skateboarder who has been ushered off site by security on numerous occasions comes in to buy a candle. The local café owner comes in to collect a bunch of bright blue delphiniums and shares his thoughts on Megan and Harry.

A regular customer that knows his flowers doesn’t need help, he needs space. He returns weekly to painstakingly select each stem for his partner’s bouquet, watching as they are arranged to his liking. There’s a new customer who looks lost, she thinks her friend has allergies, but she loves flowers. She looks at the flowers terrified but only minutes later she walks out happy and reassured. Behind every florist’s bench there is a florist. Every florist is different. As is every customer that walks through our doors. No one day is the same. What remains the same is having the ability to give people the gift of flowers and share our knowledge. Combinations come together in trusted hands, and the flowers arranged for many personalities, occasions and tastes, awaiting to be delivered and loved.

Flowers are one thing, people are another.  We know what get’s results and we know flowers….