Naming is tough business. It’s so…permanent. It’s so…defining. It’s so…scary.
But I am a name generating machine.
I love naming things. I love thinking of clever wordplays (like DoubleKnotted–see my little paragraph bio on the righthand side of the screen). Such things sort of just spew out of my head like lava from a volcano. Which is why naming this ol’ thrift store of mine had me so flummoxed–I had to wait…and wait….and wait for inspiration to strike.
I thought it never would.
I thought my whole idea was on its way down the drain for lack of a Good Name. A Good Name is hard to find, after all, and a thrift store without one is doomed to failure from the start.
Then one midnight about a month into planning, Tim was jolted awake by my triumphant cry.
“What about ___________?!” I was blabbering excitedly. “What do you think? Do you like it? Is it good? Will you help me remember it until morning?”
Poor Tim. He puts up with so much from me and loves me anyway (which, by the way, is the secret to our long year of marriage, in case anyone was curious).
We still liked our New Name even after about 7 hours of sleep, so we figured it was a keeper…but if I thought my troubles were over as soon as I picked The Name, I was wrong.
I got up the next morning, danced a jig, and sat down at the computer–where to my horror I met my next foe:
These things are ten times worse than the monsters under our bed (which in my case, look remarkably like dust bunnies).
Twelve million billion drafts later (which, by the way, is as high as I can count)…we had a winner.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you: