I used to hate naming things. Somehow to work it had to be artsy, intellectual, a bit pretentious, and different in a hip, not hipster, way. The craftspersons mantra instead of "if you build it they will come" is "if you put birds on it hipsters will buy." It is true. I am sure there has been research done somewhere that proves it. Or I could just figure out how to decipher the analytics I receive from my websites, etsy shop, square, paypal, ebay, mail chimp, facebook, twitter, spotify, and... and... you get it.
Recently I decided to just have fun with naming things. Free association. And go! I now throw large small medium baby and hot grips, big and small gulps, muffin tops, roy's, periods, bubba's, fatty's, drink me, and that list also goes on. I decided my wheel also needed to be named. We've been an item for the past 12 years and I never had named her. So I challenged a young student of mine, who I have been teaching to throw, to come up with a name. I told him something like "just keep it in the back of your mind and shout when something pops up." In the middle of a throw - he has yet to lose one and is taking to the wheel like a champ! I am so proud of him! - he paused, looked up at me and said "swirl girl." I must have looked confused as he chided me by saying "the wheel" with a duh, you dolt tone and expression. I laughed and added "twisted sister" for when she's in a bad mood.
After a little more than a month of glazing photographing and doing the bits of work that must be done Swirl Girl and I are back in action spinning and chasing windmills! Fun!
I also found a set of keys I was afraid I had lost with my favorite keychain on them. They were in a winter coat pocket. Since winter has decided to really be spring I think I may have worn that coat once and never thought to check it. Note to self: The owls are not what they seem.