I started Threadkins because I kept throwing flowers away.
Someone would give me a bouquet, I would love it for a week, and then I would stand over the bin feeling guilty about a gift I never asked to lose. It seemed like a strange deal. You choose flowers with real care, usually for a reason, and the reason expires faster than milk.
So I learned to crochet them instead.
What surprised me was how much the meaning mattered once the flower stopped dying. People started asking me what to pick, not just what looked nice. A friend wanted lavender for her mum, who has trouble sleeping, because lavender has always meant calm. Someone ordered forget-me-nots after a funeral. A dad bought a single sunflower for his daughter's desk because, he said, she was the one who turned everything toward the light.
I keep an old florist's meaning for most of what I make. Roses for love. Lily of the valley for the return of happiness. Tulips when you want to say it plainly. Daisies when you want to make someone grin.
None of them wilt. That is the part I am proudest of. The message you choose gets to stay on a shelf for years, in the exact colours you picked, looking the way it did the day it arrived.
If you are choosing one for someone, tell me who it is for. I will help you pick the meaning. That is the whole reason I do this.
