The Flower Shop
Altona mall R0G 0B0 Altona, MB, Canada

S A L E We hope you all had a merry Christmas and we assume you are already looking forward to next year, just like us! This week, save on holiday decor!... Buy any holiday decor item and receive the second item for 70% off. Buy any ornament and receive the second ornament FREE! We hope to see you soon * Second item must be of equal or lesser value

Merry Christmas from our family to yours We are open until 2:30 today. We will be taking a break from social media to enjoy this quiet holiday season. We hope you will find joy as well. ... Merry Merry Christmas!

HOLIDAY HOURS December 24 | 9:30-2:30 December 25, 26, 27 | CLOSED December 28, 29, 30 | 9:30-5:30 December 31 | 9:30-2... January 1 + 2 | CLOSED See more

O P E N 9:30-5:30 We are open to shoppers! If you are struggling to know what to buy for your loved ones or you are going all out this year in decor, we are here to help.

Reminder : Order Christmas Centrepiece The holidays may look a little different this year, but your table doesn’t have to! We make custom centrepieces for the holidays, just let us know what you like! To order, call, message, or email us and we can deliver or have it ready for curb-side pick up

The Everybody Campaign Delaney F. Life ebbs and flows.... Stretch marks, loose skin, weight gain, and an overall loss of perkiness is what we expect postpartum. I was ready and I was going to accept it. After all, I preach to everyone to celebrate those marks and to look at the gifts that come from motherhood. The stretch marks are a badge of honour. What I didn’t realize was my body was not going to FEEL the same. It was going to be harder to stand up after carrying a baby for months and having him surgically removed. My hips feel like they can barely hold me up some days - a symptom I developed during pregnancy and was promised would go away right after delivery. My neck aches everyday, which is the only pain I can spin positively as I gaze into my sons eyes as he feeds. Life ebbs and flows. As a child, every change and growth seems to be celebrated but as we age those celebrations stop and we begin doing everything in our power to regain that youthfulness. Right now, I’ve decided it’s more important to spend time with my family and watch my son learn and grow. I could spend this season hating my body, but I am going to focus on my beautiful blessings instead. Blessings and gifts that have come as I lose my youthfulness. One day this will all be a distant memory and I will have more time to myself than I will know what to do with. Choosing to accept and love myself everyday is challenging because life ebbs and flows. But that’s also part of the beauty.

The EveryBody Campaign Hayley F. I’m balding. I began to noticed it around age 18. I’ve seen multiple doctors & specialists, but every test always comes back normal. I should be happy, right? I’m healthy & that’s what’s important. But I almost hoped for some other result: at least if it was SOMETHING there may be a solution. I’ve experimented with different things: natural products, vitamins/other supplements, hair/scalp treatments, professional products & tools, avoiding e...xcessive heat & washing. Since 2008 I’ve worn varying types of extensions, the best solution for me. I know that my hair does not define me. My husband doesn’t love me for my hair. My daughter doesn’t beg me to play with her because my hair is pretty (especially in lockdown). When I’m feeding my son, he’s looking into my eyes, not at my hair. And all of the amazing people in my life are not here because my HAIR is THAT good. Yet, it defines me. My hair is what makes me FEEL like me. Well, that and a tan It’s what gives me confidence, even on a bad hair day. During the 1st lockdown of 2020, I also had to remove my extensions. It was a week after my C-section & I was still hormonal. I kept it together while my mom helped me. (She moved in with us in anticipation of my delivery happening during the lockdown. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to repay her for that sacrifice.) But I felt my tears flowing from my eyes in the shower immediately after. This time I don’t have tears, but it feels like a deep loss for me. When things already feel hard & I already don’t feel like myself, it’s amazing what some hair can do for the soul& take from it. So here I am. One of the creators of this campaign that advocates for self love & promotes acceptance & understanding of others. I know it’s okaythat in the grand scheme of things hair is just hair (or lack of). But it doesn’t make it hurt less. I’m never going to LOVE this about myself, but I accept it for what it is, & I have SO MANY other things to be thankful for

EXCITING NEWS Although the provincial restrictions remain in effect through the holiday season, we have found a little silver lining in some of the new regulations. WE ARE OPENING TOMORROW!... Our product falls under the category of holiday necessities and we can’t be more excited! Here is what our opening will look like: Reduced capacity, we ask that if we are at capacity that you wait in the hall 6ft apart until it is your turn. Masks are required and you must sanitize upon entry. We will continue to have FREE in-town delivery and curb-side pick ups! We encourage you to continue to do most of your shopping online to allow for those who cannot a chance at shopping in our store. We are beginning to see a light at the end of the tunnel. We are so excited to get this chance at supporting our community through this holiday season. Merry Christmas

The Everybody Campaign Sydney Elliott When I was 8 I first started exhibiting odd behaviour. I would turn lights on and off in sets of 7, repeatedly check doors, locks and oven timers... 7 times. I would stay up for hours at night trying to make things feel just right but nothing ever worked. The door was never in the right spot, the light switch was never for sure off and nothing seemed safe. ... Over the years I was taunted by kids at school calling me disturbed or crazy. Nothing hurt more than people telling me it was all made up. I’d hear kids in the hallways say I’m so OCD about that throwing out the disorder like an adjective. Finally in grade 8 it got to a point that threatened my schooling and my health and I was taken to a doctor to find out what was wrong with me. I was diagnosed with moderate-severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Over the past several years I’ve seen different psychologists and psychiatrists, done different therapies and been on medication, trying to find what worked for me. I’ve finally found the happiness I was looking for but it didn’t come without its struggles. It’s been a roller coaster of is it really worth it? but in the end, I found it was. OCD has changed my life in so many ways, and now I don’t hide it but embrace it. I want to share my story because when I was going through everything I felt so alone until I found someone who could relate. I share my story so that other kids or even adults who are struggling, can have someone to turn to. This disorder doesn’t define who I am or what I do, it's merely a small part of me that has allowed me to love harder and be more understanding of the people around me. This isn’t a call for attention, this is a call to end the stigma surrounding mental health. Be selfish and find the help you need, being alone is never the right answer.

The Everybody Campaign Morgan S. Hi, my name is Morgan and, as you can tell, I look a little different. ... In the winter of 2014, I got sick with the seasonal flu. The virus was so bad, it actually damaged the motility of my intestines. After 4 years of failed treatments, I chose to get an ostomy at the age of 23! For those of you who don’t know what an ostomy is, essentially, I had my intestines redirected through my abdomen and now I wear a medical pouching system to collect my waste. I know, sexy, right?! I was so grateful to have a second chance at life but that happiness was short lived. Despite knowing how sick I was, people apologized for what happened to me, instead of congratulating me on my new found health and independence. People were never devastated when they found out I couldn’t leave the house and lost all quality of life yet were devastated when I got an ostomy. Even out of surgery, I was asked when I’d be getting it removed! I never hated the way I looked but all of a sudden, I felt like I should. People kept propagating the idea that my worth as an individual was wrapped up in my physical appearance and, if I didn’t look normal, that would be tragic. Ironically, the real tragedy lies within the fact that people think that! Even though I can share my story with pride and confidence, unfortunately, this level of positivity is not the norm. Ostomies are still heavily stigmatized and everyday people choose to endanger their health to prevent the surgery, and some even choose death over it. From the outset, I knew I wanted to use my experience to help others! Today, I am a registered ostomy patient visitor with the Winnipeg Ostomy Association where I help to provide emotional and mental support for new ostomates! Being different doesn’t make you inferior. In fact, diversity is the foundation of a strong community! Celebrate your differences because that is what makes you, YOU!