I'll never forget the day I wrapped my first rose. I was standing in my dining room staring at a large pile of neckties I had rescued from my local Salvation Army store. They were so uniquely different with all their patterns and colors. I was so drawn to them, yet they were apparently unwanted. Funny how the thing that I found so appealing in them could've been the thing that caused them to be tossed aside into a donation bin.