What's in a name?

I call myself beesteagirl.

Yes. I do love bees, even though I am allergic. But especially the spunky tri-colored orange strip-y one that found it's way to the "rose garden cemetery" in my backyard. I like tea-- especially white teas, with hints of fruit and Celestial Seasonings does such a  great tour of their facilities. And I am indeed a girl. Really. I am.

However, my name has other origins.

See, I am a huge huge HUGE huge Beastie Boy fan. I really am not exaggerating here, but I committed myself to them in the 7th grade while dusting up my shoes on the playground belting out lyrics and thinking I had rights to "fight" for at the ripe age of 13. And it was true commitment when at age 14 I found myself at the middle school dance sweating it to "Brass Monkey"... whatever that was. And the loyalty was never to falter.

And so it goes, that among many of the names and nicknames that friends and family have called me, "beesteagirl" found a home and stuck. It also helped that with the onset of the Internet, I took over that login name as fast as can be claimed. Everywhere I went, I felt like a great tagger of the Wide World Web, putting my beesteagirl name out there and oh yeah, represent! And along the way questions would come up-- hence what brings me to this post. The two most popular: What does your name mean? Or Are you a Beastie Boys fan?

But first, why do they call themselves "Beastie Boys"?

The rumor mill says... that "Beastie" stands for 

"Boys 

Entering 

Anarchistic 

Stages 

Towards 

Internal 

Excellence". 

Please remember this is just the "rumor mill" speaking. 

Second, if they are Beastie Boys, why are you Beesteagirl?

One concert tour a shirt was issued. The shirt read...

a pic of bees + a pic of a cup of tea + the pic of a boy

I dug it. I took off with the idea and... of course, put a girl at the end instead of a boy. Mixed tapes, art work, and letters to friends all got little drawings to identify the source. Me. It was on and I didn't stop. Of course those images aren't readily available when typing on a standard keyboard, so I recognized the need to spell it out. So I did, just like the concert shirt.

When my knitting business was finally started in 2010, it wasn't the first time I used beesteagirl on a entity of my creations, however it was the first time I licensed work under that name. I don't plan to quit. I'm on a role. See... I can't, I won't and I don't stop.

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beesteagirl knits Gallery

beesteagirlknits' photostream on Flickr.

These are the items that I have knitted with my licensing for beesteagirl knits. Please have a look, enjoy... feel free to comment or ask questions. I'm always here to knit for you.

Sizing and Pricing Charts for beesteagirl knits

This is the current Sizing and Pricing Charts for beesteagirl knits for the items I currently make with my knitwear licensing.

I knit, therefore I am.

I was asked today if I was a knitter.

See, I put these wool pants on my son-- knitted wool pants-- not because I want him to suffer in the heat, but because wool is excellent for cloth diapered babies. And their mommies who fear leaks. Tonight I won't really go into the finer details of wool, lanolin, urine and cloth diapers. That "101" will happen in the future... just you wait. :) The short story is that wool is very breathable and absorbs 30% of it's weight in water. Kind of a nice thing if you have a tendency to wet your pants, or spill water on yourself, or....

But now I am wondering, where are my wool pants? 

See, I'm on my knees, on the damp carpet, at the computer typing in a very awkward and somewhat painful position. The carpet got shampooed today. I'm trying to be "gentle" and tread lightly-- "family is coming." However, it isn't much fun when your computer is in the middle of the carpet and you can't really get to it without putting yourself in the awkward and painful position I'm currently in. My knees ache. My ankles feel like they are on fire. Hip flexors are flexing. It's all a little too much at the moment. (Drama queen.)

However, the greatest fun are my soaked pajama bottoms. Yep, my knees are wet... hence the reason I wonder where my wool pants are.

And so it began...

My mom is always dishing me ideas. 

In almost any conversation, about almost any given topic, I can count on a variation similar to this: "You should try this..." "Have you thought about doing this...?" "Oh, yeah? And then you can do this too." 

It's a charming trait of hers. I believe that when she makes these suggestions it is that she believes in me. She genuinely believes that I can do anything. And maybe, just maybe I picked up on it oh so long ago-- probably from the time I was but a wee tot-- that the world is my oyster. Or maybe that I am an oyster, and my heart is a pearl. And regardless if it's me that's the oyster or the world that can claim that title, I surely can do anything I set my mind to.

So here I am. 

Up late at night-- having just put my 2 year old to bed-- finally embarking on "the next great adventure". Blogging.

I believe, when she suggested it, in a conversation with one of the above variations, I responded appropriately.

 "What should I blog about?"

Still I ask, what exactly should I blog about?

I'm not so new to the blog world that I have missed out on some of the greats. Real writers that have a point. A perspective. And can eloquently pull you into their lives and stories with such finesse that you feel that you have known them all your life, or that you would love to become like them, or at least write like them. The Queen of TTC and Infertility: http://www.alittlepregnant.com/ Multiple dozens of bloggers talk about their yarns, wooly love and knitting into the wee hours of the night. My personal favorite... The Yarnista. http://www.yarnista.com/ 

And yet, I still ask myself: what do I have to say?

So I don't loose your attention at this point, I will share that when I speculate about the variety of topics that might enter this blog, I think "Laugh-In" meets "Mistress Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow..." meets "Dog is my co-pilot" bumper stickers meets "I just had a thought... but I don't Twitter." It will be diverse. It will be genuine... ly interesting, maybe. *smirks* But above all it will be me.

And maybe someday in the midst of having just solved some of my biggest questions-- like "what exactly should I blog about?" I will get there. I will know. I will be the Queen or Princess or Something-ista or some specific, focused topic. But until then, I hope you find some humor and solace knowing that I, like many of you all, just have a lot of interests in life that keep me teetering on the edge of sanity, or busy... or sanity.  And while it is lofty to hope that you will feel like you have known me my entire life, I hope my life and stories find a way to your heart so that when it's all said and done, we both realize that we aren't so different after all.