|(Bee Vintage Redux)|
I'm Heather, and I make things. Lovely things. At least, I think they're lovely. (Judge for yourselves!). I was one of two Heather B.'s in my kindergarten class, the second alphabetically. Heather 1 got to be just Heather, and I was Heather B. I liked that, it was special. I insisted on being called Heather B. all the time. Eventually, my parents started calling me Bee, and it's always stuck.
|(business cards then, business cards now)|
The name Oh, Bee came from my sweet assistant, my dear baby nephew, The Boy. We have a book that we read together a lot. I mean, a LOT. We read it so much that we both have it memorized. It can be read to the tune of "Jingle Bells", which it quite frequently is. When we come to the OOOH! part that would come before the "jingle bells" part, we make a very big deal of it. Sometimes he just sings me the OOOH! part, and I substitute in a myriad of odd words. One day, one of the words was bee. And here we are.
There is so much more to tell you about this girl called Bee. Tomorrow, dear readers. I'll give you a peek into my world then. Perhaps I'll bring a friend along...