Want to know what I love? I would love for you to share with me, what you love. And since I'm assuming you're a little bit like me (but not too much, don't worry), I'm going to assume that you want to know what else I love.
I love when handsome calls me something that's not my real name. Even if it's "Mrs. Motor Oil" like I got yesterday when I showed up at the fire station. Those guys, they thought it was hilarious that I had slicked my hair down while changing my oil. Sometimes it's sweet, and that's normal to like. And sometimes it's a joke or a wisecrack, and maybe you're not supposed to like being called things like that.
But I do. It lifts my heart. Makes me happy to be so... known.
I guess people who don't know you could call you something other than what your name is, but that's hardly ever heart-lifting.
My grandmas, they call me MeMe (although one spells it MiMi). It's a grandma name, which is fitting in a backwards sort of sense. I've been called that by them, ever since I was a baby. Something about running towards the couch yelling, I don't remember much of it. But I love when they call me that, too.
Being called "Thee FireWife", well, I think that's sort of weird. But it seems that everyone who knows anything keeps telling me that branding yourself is key. "Key" to what? I'm not sure. I still don't know what I'm doing on here, other than connecting with you peeps.
ASIDE: Oh no. Peeps. Now I've done it. My mind is on a candy craving again. 23 days until Good Friday. Is that when Lent is over? Gosh, I'm not good at this!
Anyhow, as a method of branding myself (which just sounds painful, now that I've written it twice!), and because a lady at the post office asked me what I was mailing and when I told her "I make purses, like this one" she asked if I had a card and I had to tell her "no", and then I felt bad, I've gone and done it. Yep. Made myself a card. I don't know that I'll give them out, unless provoked, but maybe I'll hide them places. Let it be sort of like an Easter Egg hunt or something. We'll see.
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And likely last.
Apparently I'm offering home-made baked goods, as well as hand-made fabric things. I didn't really know that until I made up the cards, but that's what they say and I've order 250 of them, so it's a done deal now. So it seems I've saddled myself with this moniker, even if I'm unsure about it. Sounds like me, impulsive and half-baked, but possibly genius :)
What about you? Any names you hate? Any that lift your heart?
Only the Mister calls me Mrs. Motor Oil