Our Bright Diamond Royal LA Hybrid Lily, loaded with pollen. |
We had been photographing our bouquets for Valentine’s Day (only 116 days away!), and for beautiful photos you need the lilies, tulips and iris all fully open. After a few days of shooting, I planned to take the bouquets over to our Local Sales Department. Local Sales is where we sell our fresh cut flowers to local Humboldt County florists, I figured I could leave the bouquets out for display since they still looked so stunning. Carrying a Grande "Season of Love" bouquet with a big Stargazer Lily as a focal, I maneuvered through the office, then up the hallway, not only trying to avoid getting the pollen on myself, but also not wanting it to fall onto the petals of the Gazer or other bouquet elements. I turned the corner toward the HR Department; Fernando saw me coming, dropped what he was doing and moved quickly to get the door for me. I made it outside, and turned toward Local Sales. They have a few tables outside where I thought I would put down the bouquet before asking them where they wanted it placed.
Just as I set the big bouquet down, a big dump truck started backing up about 20 feet away from me, the year splitting sound of the reverse, “Beep, Beep, Beep” sounded. Instinctively, I turned my head to make sure I wasn’t in its’ path. In that brief lapse in concentration, I managed to get huge stain of pollen right on the front of my fleece, “Ah, Beeeep
Cisco, the manager of local sales, looked up from his computer and out his window, perhaps sensing the potential pollen tragedy with some sort of sixth sense. I cupped my hand, about to make an attempt at brushing the bright orange pollen off the with the back of my hand.
“Stoppppp!” Cisco yelled, the look in his eye showing a dire warning. “Don’t touch that pollen or it’s going to stain!”
I raised my hands above my head, as if I had just been addressed by the police (not that I know what that is like),
“What do I do?” I asked, the fear of a permanent stain creeping into my voice.
“Freeze, Don’t Move.”
“Yes, Officer…I mean Cisco.”
He reached in his right hand desk drawer pulled out a roll of clear packaging tape. He skillfully ripped off a piece, flipped the piece around backward and created a loop with the sticky side out. He approached, sizing me up and inspecting the pattern of caked-on pollen, kind of like a CSI investigator analyzing GSR. A trickle of perspiration dripped from my forehead. Starting where the pollen first contacted my fleece, he used a gently, twisting, padding motion and to my amazement the pollen came right off my fleece and became stuck to the tape.
Removing Lily Pollen from Clothing. |
As he turned to walk away, an unlikely hero in a bleak situation, he added, “You can put your hands down now.”
Have you had any disasters with pollen?
Do you pick off the stamens?
Do you have any miracle cures for removing pollen from clothes?
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