I’ve always gotten the feeling that there are things that make sense in my head, but when someone else looks at them, they just don’t translate. I used to draw and sketch quite a bit when I was in school. However, I never shared the pictures with anyone because the one time I did, the person asked me what it was. There’s nothing more discouraging then having your audience question your work, especially when you aren’t trying to be abstract. It was likely supposed to be something specific and apparently it didn’t look like the intended object. I find the same thing occurs with things I write. Poetry, essays, stories, directions, etc. They just don’t make sense to anyone. It doesn’t help that I find it to be completely comprehensible and can’t understand why no one else “gets it”. This also happens with any name that I might give myself for a blog, shop, username. What is a “lemon quasar”?? What does that have to do with knitting? What is “granolasuit” (inevitably mispronounced)? “Pieces of string too…. is too long to say!” “Gwen-Erin… are you Gwen or Erin?” Ack! I have the worst time decided on monikers and when I do, it’s always a disaster. So I’ll explain them now.
Lemon Quasar = Came about when I was 14 years old and just started using AIM. I wanted a name that I could guarantee no one else would ever have. We (my sister and I) chose two words that were unrelated and put them together. Lemon because I like yellow and I’m a bit sour; quasar because they are small and dense, and my sister seemed to think that described me well.
Granola Suit = When I was actively creating websites, I wanted to name them something with the initials “GS” because those were my initials. A friend created an extensive list of many possible names, all starting with G and S. Granola Suit was one that I found quite amusing at the time. I used it for my Etsy name before I opened the shop, never thinking I might become a seller at some point.
Pieces of String too Small to Save = Rich told me a story about finding a box while cleaning out his grandfather’s house that was labeled with that phrase. I’d never heard it before and thought it was the perfect name for a blog about yarn, so I decided to use it. Later I realized it was a bit of an old wives tale, something passed around. I’m guessing he’s story was true, although now I wonder if it was something a lot of folks did. Did everyone just have a box or jar labeled as such because they saved everything?
Gwen Erin = I am both Gwen and Erin. It happens to be my first and middle name. My parents original intention was to have my name be Gwen Erin, like Mary Ann, but it didn’t quite end up that way. I’ve always enjoyed the way they went together, so I thought I would start using them that way. Plus, for a username, it seems to be rather uncommon.
I don’t know why my creations are difficult to understand. And I don’t know why it matters to me whether anyone “gets” it or not. So here is one more thing that you may or may not find endearing or comprehensible. It is a fat wee creature based on the Little Monster by Gina Russell. I’ve made several and have found that I prefer to use a garter stitch row for the mouth rather than a duplicate stitch. However, I’m not entirely sure if anyone else sees that. Or they look at it and it is just a two-tone puffy square with buttons sewn in the middle. Bah!