About Let me knot

Based in Yellowknife, Let me knot is a floral design shop that offers bouquets and arrangements for your every day, special occasion, and event needs.

Let me knot is also a place where you can come to discuss any event or wedding needs with the in house consultant, Sarah Kalnay-Watson, who has over 10 years of Event/Conference/Wedding planning experience. Let me knot also issues NWT Marriage Licences and Officiates Marriages.

About Sarah

After years of planning events and conferences internationally, one of my friends asked if I could help her plan her wedding, of course I agreed, and from that moment on I was hooked on weddings.  From the planning of my own, to helping friends plan theirs, to becoming the Wedding Consultant at Flowers by Manuela, weddings became a part of my life.

It was only after giving up my dream career in the film industry in Toronto, to raise my daughter, that I had to look into what I could do that wasn't just work to me.  Upon returning to my hometown of Yellowknife, I had a few requests to return to organizing some weddings and doing some design work for their flowers; I decided I would take the step into becoming a Marriage Commissioner for the Northwest Territories.  In March 2014 I got the go ahead to finally legally unity people that truly love each other.

No matter the race, religion, gender or sexual preference, I just want to be there to celebrate people's love for each other.  

My love of design and nature is what inspires my floral creations, which I hope will bring joy to those that receive them, no matter the occasion.

About Let me knot's name

Not only is it a play on words from Shakespeare's Sonnet 116, it was also the reading done at my parents' wedding.  The sonnet also speaks to how I view love and the world, and truly reflects what my business is about.

Sonnet 116 by: William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments.  Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.