Who Is Kismet Flowers?
Kismet Flowers was started by me, Corynn Key. A couple words to describe me: quirky, authentic, simple. I think life should be lived real. My boys are the most important thing to me.
I’m a wife to him. He’s been the love of my life since 2000. He’s always been incredibly supportive of this journey and you’ll often see him lending his helping hand on big set-ups.
Then there’s “the kid” – he’s the reason Kismet even started blooming. He is my world. He reminds me to strive to be the best possible me. His imagination is inspiring. My happiest place is with them, outside and exploring nature.
What’s My Story?
I had a career with an ad agency for 13 years. It made me who I am professionally. As the journey of life continued, it was simply time for a change. The family goal and motto became to “spend more time and energy into the things that you love.” So we did. I love flowers and have always enjoyed gardening, but I was never an expert. So, I took classes; I found mentors. I got my hands busy creating. And now, more than 5 years later, Kismet continues to bloom! I am fulfilling a dream doing what I love. It’s a thrill. Sometimes you just have to jump. I did. This path was Kismet for me. (wink wink)
What’s In a Name?
I thought I was crazy for leaving a great career with a company that encouraged and supported my growth. Was this a midlife crisis? I’d never restarted my journey before. During the time off focusing on the kid and contemplating my own path, little things would happen. Little things that left you with that feeling of knowing I was on the right path. It was going to be ok. It was the husband that one day said, “Corynn, it’s kismet.” It was. It felt kismet!!!
I contemplated that as the name. One day I was grabbing an item from our china cabinet. And, there was this. The box was given to me from my cousin after our grandmother passed: the matriarch of my mother’s side. As we moved everything out of the home that was in the family since the 1800s, she gifted us all with a charm of an “N” from her local boutique. I stared. I felt it was a sign. That word. I didn’t remember it being on the box. My eyes filled up.
Then I opened the box. Inside, the ring. It was Nana’s. I didn’t know it was there. I was stunned. It felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. It was that feeling of Nana smiling down with a “you got this” wink telling me to shine. Overwhelmed, I couldn’t control the tears. The feeling was intense. It was Kismet. It will forever be Kismet.