Change my shop name?

I've been considering this to no end for quite a few months now. (Probably close to a year but who's counting). As you can see from my banner, there's a KLantZ Photography in there as well. (Pronounced Clancy cause it's funny like that) When I got more into the photography, I thought maybe I should go towards that one instead of Sassmowth. 

As we all know, the problems with Sassmowth is that little 'W' in there. I did that for specific reasons, but who purposely spells the name wrong if they're not 100% familiar with my business? Since my email is a 'sassmowth' as well, there've been many an email gone awry. 

And why did I chose Sassmowth to begin with? A very long time ago, which seemed another life, a friend and I came up with "Sassmouth - a new dimension in cards" for our greeting cards we were working on. They were very sassy my friends. For example [guy sitting on the floor in a newly un-furnished room] "So I hear you're going through a divorce and you're about to lose all of your most prized possessions. But look at the bright side..." [inside] She's one of them!

It was hilarious to me at the time. Maybe I'm just sick of looking at it now, so that it's not so humourous?! Who knows... but believe me, some of them were freakin' laugh-tacular!

Anyhoodles, that friend and I parted ways. And I had created a whole whack of new cards (like the one shown in the last post). But I was also crocheting, and I wasn't sure what I wanted my shop name to be on Etsy. So I hmm'd and haw'd and thought, screw it. I've already been using 'sassmowth' as my email addy for a long time now, and atleast Sassmowth doesn't box me into one craft, so I'm gonna go for it!

Now I'm not so sure. It's too hard to brand. Not all my work is "sassy" although some still is. KLantZ photography, that's an idea, but again, boxing me into photography. If I just did KLantZ, would I still be haunted with the spelling? And would everyone pronounce it Clancy like I've envisioned? Should I just use Clancy? But how would I brand that? With the cop from the Simpsons? ("Shut up Lou, I love this song! JAMMING!")

I've just been reading an awesome possum book on starting up your own business and branding is something that is first and foremost. Even though it'll be one hell of a lot of work changing my name on everything, I think it'll be worth it. But now I'm having anxiety over whether I'm making the right choice?

So, here's what I'm thinking.... My work is very... varied. I do photography, illustration and crochet. The photography is architectural to creepy/gothic. The illustration is cute and funky to creepy/gothic. The crochet is just fuckin' adorable! And there's no hope in me finding one craft and sticking with it, y'know? It's not possible for me. Drawing, photography and crochet have all become my passions and I've found a way to use all three in yet more mediums. I've tried picking one, but I canna dooo eet captain! 

But what name encompasses it all? What name is catchy? What name would you see at a craft fair and walk over out of pure curiosity? What name would you most likely remember? 

Love you like Porkchops 

Am I just dilusional? Is it that time of the night that I think all my ideas are fantastic ones? Is it too long? Is it stupid? Am I on to something? 

Wanna know the story? My husband said that to me one night. And my response was "But... too many porkchops make you sick!" (because they're breaded using egg, and he's allergic to egg) and he says "Exactly. They make me sick and I eat them anyways. Because that's how much I love them" 

To this day I'm not sure if it means he really does truly love me, or he loves me despite the fact that I make him sick.

Anyhoo... that's the end. It's bed time. And guess what? Uncontrollable urge to clean... taking over....

Not sure if this will work...

Considering my website host is currently underwater in Manhattan. 

Still trying to process the damage that went on in the States. It's another one of those instances where you're watching the news and it's just so unimaginable that you have a hard time digesting it actually went on. 

Luckily in our area, where we were told we'd be in for 90 km/hr winds, up to 50mm of rain and possibly 72 hours of blackouts, none of that happened. Well, I shouldn't say none exactly as some areas close to us are in the dark and had received damage. 

We seem to be in a little pocket over here, as on many many occasions a storm cell will split, and to the right of us they get freezing rain, a meter of snow, and whiteouts, and the left of us get freezing rain, a meter of snow, and whiteouts. Yet here we are on our front porch with the dog chewin' on a wooden tooth pic goin "Hey Paw... whats al' at hubub about? Ain't nuttin' butta sprinklin'!!" 

Although I have to say, all this rain is wreaking havoc on my knuckles. My driver side windshield wiper could break at any second. 

In other news, I actually have some craft shows coming up! November 23rd, I'll be at the lovely Erika's work at a "Beat the Holiday Rush" for their employees. (As a reminder for all you darlings out there, Erika is the one that gives me rainbow kitten Christmas eyebeams - as in, that's how I feel whenever I get a chance to hang out with her. I'm currently having horrendously terrible withdrawal as I haven't seen her in a few weeks now. I'm pretty sure this is why my throat hurts so bad it makes me cry even when I burp)

I may actually have a craft show later that same weekend! But I won't say where just incase I don't get in, since it's juried and my work may not suit their current theme. And if I tell you all and I don't get in, I'll just get all upset like and picture you all tsking at me for my failures. 

BUT if I don't get in there, I have an opportunity for that same weekend to be in a craft show at a seniors center in Fort Erie. Don't judge. Those seniors have senses of humour. They could enjoy the occasional chestnut roasting. 

I'm also tempted to start using my line of "Strictly Canadian" characters in my crafts. See how they do. This guy makes my husbands brain hurt because he's apparently so cute, he makes people crumble? Not too sure. But dear hubs can't even look at him sometimes. Chickadee do da seems to be kryptonite of some sort. Anyhoodles, time for more tea.  

Hope all are safe out there after Sandy kicked herself in everyones eyes. 

Oh look it's the middle of the night!

Time to clean!

Geezus! Seriously folks, what's my problem!? I get home from work, look around at the mess and think "eh... I totally don't feel like cleaning" but then it gets dark, people go to bed and I'm all "ooooh let's organize and vacuum!" 

I guess I've always hated cleaning. But hey, atleast my messy room as a kid prevented it from getting robbed. True story. Our apartment was broken into and my room was the only thing not touched. I had a keyboard (hey now, that was some pretty awesome stealin' goods in the early 90's), a light up phone (again, stealin' goods) gold jewellery sitting on my dresser (buried under things) and lots of little odds and sods that woulda done great on the "hey I stole this and now I'm selling it" market. Those robbers took one look in my room and turned right around. 

So basically, I have to be in the mood to clean. If I'm not in the mood and I try to clean, things get broken. Or more messy. Like the time I had to clean up my "art station" (which was a wire 3 shelved unit I kept all my art supplies on) and I couldn't find my eraser, so I figured I'd clean and organize the shelves. Ya. Roommate came home to art supplies ALL over the apartment (and not like I had taken stuff off the shelf and placed it down nicely. No, no. More like, THROWN around the room) and NOTHING on the wire shelf. Low and behold, my eraser was inbetween the couch cushions. 

As a teenager I'd do the usual stay up late and sleep past noon program and it was always about 2 in the morning I'd get this uncontrollable urge to clean my room. My parents put up with it because it was a rarity, as long as I didn't start up the vacuum. Unfortunately when you're trying to silently clean, it all of a sudden becomes the loudest thing to ever happen in your entire life. And you also forget everything. Like needing the windex and paper towels. I'd spend 10 minutes quietly (unsuccessfully) sneaking (ya right, like I'm capable of that) down the stairs (and more often than not, falling down the stairs) to go get the windex, take 10 minutes to come back up and realize I didn't grab the paper towels. Then after getting the paper towels, I'd realize that I can't use windex on the custom made (by my awesome sauce carpenter Daddoo) wooden desk unit, I'd be back down to get the pledge. Which of course would make me woozy using it, and shorty after, I'd be sitting in the middle of my room giggling like a school girl at a piece of paper I'd found with a drawing of a penis on it. 

So once you've heard all of this, can you actually believe at one point I worked for a cleaning company!? It was hell I tells you, HELL! 

But in my defence, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. They were hiring, I needed a job. Ce La Vie. 

I just wish my inner scheduling matched my outer scheduling. I'm most creative and motivated between the hours of 10pm and 10am. After that, f*ck it. 

And here I sit writing a blog and letting you know of all my crazy habits. Have you noticed that 90% of my blog posts are posted really late at night? Ya. And the ones that aren't posted late at night aren't crazy and full up of too much information? Hmm... I should maybe really try to post at normal hours. 

Anyhoodle, I have work to do. It is almost 11pm afterall. I should be getting ready to go to bed but there's some dust bunnies that need attending, and some crafts to be created. But before I go, I can't possible leave you all pictureless.

When we stayed in Bled, Slovenia at the end of July, this was what I was looking at from my hotel room. Ya, didn't want to leave! One day I'll go back there and go up to that castle dammit! :) 

Goodnight everyone! Have a great weekend!