The Name of this Post is Secret

I sometimes use this space to talk about my hypothetical beautiful life, wherein I live all my dreams and still have time to rock. In that vein, I'm going to make a confession now. In my beautiful life, a portion of my income comes from an Etsy store where I sell items that I have woven or otherwise crafted from yarn or thread. Like most aspects of my beautiful life, the Etsy store is fully plausible but thus far exists only in my head.

The other day, the Husband upped the Etsy store ante by showing me a wooden pin he had crafted and saying "If you do all the paperwork, I'll contribute to the store." This is awesome, obviously. The motivation of having spousal involvement means it might actually happen. The flip side, though, is that now I really do have to come up with a store name.

I have long felt that the worst part of most endeavors is naming them. Papers (in the days when I had to write them), screen names, dogs, blogs, blog posts: all require names, ideally clever ones that provide insight into their owner/creator's character. It took me forever to come up with a blog name that I was okay with. When I was talking about ending the blog hiatus, the Husband pointed out that I should change its name. "Misplaced" Hoosier implies that I might want to find my way back to Indiana eventually, which is demonstrably not the case. This may be true, but aside from the practical element of not wanting the URL to change, I also don't want to have to think of something new. Maybe if I learn a super cool nickname for Vermonters, I'll use that to create a new blog name, but until that point, "Misplaced Hoosier" I remain. (Also, part of the point of the name was that no matter where you encounter us, there is something distinctly Midwestern about us Midwesterners, and something even more distinctive about those of us from the Great Lakes region, but I digress.)

This, then, is the major obstacle of the Etsy store. It really needs to have a good name, because I'd be selling stuff. Something memorable, maybe clever, but not cutesy. Not something yarn specific, because the Husband will probably make things from wood and found objects. I know that not everyone thinks this hard about these things. There are people in this world who name their children after Twilight characters, for heaven's sake. But, since there is no way I'm going to be the proprietor of the Renesmee Emporium, I'm going to have to put some thought into it. Got any ideas?