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A girl in overalls and a white shirt walks a path away from the camera in a grassy field. She is holding a bouquet of flowers in her right hand and walking towards mountains in the background.
A girl in overalls and a white shirt looks at the camera with a soft smile as she poses holding a bouquet of flowers and gently resting her arm on her head.
A girl is seated in the foreground of a golden grassy field with blue mountain in the background. She is holding a colorful flower arrangment in her lap and looking down at it.

Flowers make me really happy and I want to share that with you!

Growing up

I've been around flowers for as long as I can remember. 

Seriously. I think the majority of photographs I look back on have either flowers or cats in them. Or both.

My grandma on my mom's side grew prizewinning roses in her garden. My grandmother on my dad's side kept a full flower garden and worked in a greenhouse while my grandaddy inspected apples and tended a full veggie garden in the backyard. 

Both sets of grandparents had a cat.

I have strong memories of being outside whenever I was in Virginia visiting them.

 

Back in Tennessee, you bet there were more cats and flowers!

A blurry picture of a girl in overalls and a white shirt as she frolics through the photograph during golden hour.

how the
floral studio
came to be 

Hello there!

My name is Emma and I'm 25 years old. 

I am the owner, head designer, and creative mind behind Napping Cat Floral Studio! 

I graduated from the University of Tennessee Knoxville with a degree in Sustainability and am passionate about incorporating those ethics into my business. I love film photography, being outside, running, biking, and my cat Tuck.

I strongly believe relationships are built through vulnerability, so I'm sharing a little of my story below!

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Self-Taught Florals

Weddings have enamored me since I was a little girl. I took my role as flower girl very seriously and always made sure to keep some sort of flower souvenir from the event. A single standard rose from the wedding cake sat on my childhood desk for a week after a dear friend's wedding 20 years ago.

My mom's farmers' market journey began when I was in middle school. We sold $3 arrangements called "sweetie cans" in recycled metal soup containers. Outside of my backyard, this was my first experience arranging flowers.

Eventually we graduated to selling at the downtown Knoxville farmers' market each summer. Throughout the rest of middle and high school, Fridays were always dedicated to crafting market bouquets. The next morning, we woke at the crack of dawn and toted the flowers to the city. At this point, everyone knew my family did flowers!

For a short time, my mom offered wedding services for local brides. I accompanied her on several deliveries and waited to hear about the ones I missed out on. 

 

If there were leftover flowers, I wanted to get my hands on them. I found videos to teach me how to make the pretty wedding bouquets, but became frustrated that I couldn't get the stems to stay in place and my hand grew weary quite quickly.

 

My determination was stronger though!

With lots of practice bouquets, hand cramps, tape getting stuck to itself, and starting over, and stubbornness, I learned.

A colorful arrangments of dahlias, cosmos and asters in a brass bowl sits on a small wooden table.
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