Really, what's in a name? Everything? Nothing? Something?
For months, I have agonized over a name for our farm. I'm actually rather floored by how difficult it's been to find a name. I looked for something that represented all that I hoped for the place and all that was already in practice at the place and.....nothing.
The front runner, before we actually signed on the deed years ago, was Nisse House. That name dates back 10+ years. Back to the days when the idea of a farm was nothing more than dreamy doodles in a recycled sketch book.
A nisse is a Danish elf that tends the farm's animals. A delightful story about homestead owners taking care of the animals' keeper; a farmer's helper, if you will, that only demands a one time Christmas pudding each year. Modest wages, that pudding, for such a lofty job. But in the end, the farmer always forgets or neglects to feed the nisse and the elf ultimately leaves, never to return and the farm, of course, falls on hard times.
Great legend. Great lesson. Dreadful name. Nisse, is a Danish word, so the pronounciation is actually closer to nisser. Or "Knee-sir". Catchy is great, but everyone saying "come again?" isn't.
Scratch Nisse House.
Wool Food Mama. That's an endearing moniker given to me from my wool felting beginnings. But really, it's not who I am any longer. I rarely even make wool food. When I first started making play food, Gusty was just an infant and when I googled "wool food" back then it invariably responded sarcastically with "did you mean wool foot?" No, I didn't mean wool foot. What would I do with wool feet? Because my wool food search makes so much more sense, no? Still I'd keep trying and after months of searches, my tiny blog eventually moved to the front page of google instead of page 3.
Now, of course, there's childrens play food all over the internet and I LOVE that there are so many options for parents out there. It just isn't what I am anymore. My toy making has moved in a different direction. A brand, rather than a definition, would have gone a longer way.
Scratch Wool Food Mama.
Hathor Beef. What? Where did that come from? Well, Hathor is the Egyptian Goddess of....cows. Brilliant. The personification of women, joy, nurturing. Perfect. Except, a great name shouldn't need an explanation and it doesn't really cover the sewing side of things around here. Nevermind that I love raising chickens and pigs too. Not so brilliant or perfect, afterall, I guess.
Scratch Hathor Beef.
Loucks' Family Farm. That kind of covers everything and nothing. What kind of farm, who's the farmer, and which farmer, exactly, is making toys and who is selling the beef?
What's in a name? Everything. Nothing.
Katie Loucks. That's a name. That's my name. That's something.
All of these things....farming, felting, fibers, family, friendship....they're in a name. They are in MY name. They are me and I am them. A name is nothing until it means something and all of these things mean the world to me. So, just like that, branded. That's what this whole gig shall be;
Fiber Artist, Farmer, Friend, Family.
I'll be changing over the format of my blog to reflect the changes. I miss my blog, I miss being here and sharing. Now that I'm whole again and there's no longer division in my endeavers, it should flow easier.