Who Are You (I Really Wanna Know) pt2

(Inside The Actors Studio)

Happy Thursday, dear readers! Let's just jump into it, shall we? Without further ado, part two of my chat with James Lipton:

James Lipton: What sound do you hate?
Bee: People eating loudly. Chewing, slurping, mouth opened, yuck. It skeeves me.

J.L.: What is your favorite curse word?
Bee: Well, seeing as how I'm often in the company of tiny ears with a penchant for repeating, I need watch what I say, and what I most often say is a version of eff. Effer. Effing. Flipping. Flip. Frick. You get the picture.

J.L.: What profession, other than yours, would you like to attempt?
Bee: Archaeology. It fascinates me. My dream from the age of about 7 was to visit Pompeii. A few years ago, I did, and I was like a kid in a candy store. The idea of this entire city being buried for over a thousand years, and then slowly being rediscovered with such painstaking care, just blows my mind. It's the discovery. I suppose it's why I have such an affinity for antiques. I can't get enough of that stuff.

J.L.: What profession would you not like to do?
Bee: I don't think I'd enjoy driving an ambulance very much.

J.L.: If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
Bee: Welcome. Bar's open. And then I'd saunter over and have a cocktail with all of the loved ones I've missed for so long.


Thank you again, Mr. James Lipton. That was fun. And now, dear readers, you know just a bit about me. It'll do.
xo

Who Are You (I Really Wanna Know) pt.1

It's occurred to me, dear readers, that perhaps, seeing as how I've invited you along on this journey of mine, that I should take a moment to allow you to get to know me. I've already told you about Bee, and how we wound up here, but I haven't told you about me. And I'm a bit hesitant to do so. It's not that I don't want us to know each other, dear readers, it's just that I'm a bit private. I mean, a girl's gotta have her secrets, right? Keep a bit of mystery about her? I like you, though. So I've decided to let you have a bit of a peek into my world.

Now, in addition to being private, I'm also a bit shy, and not the best at getting conversations started. Oh, I'm good in a conversation that's already taken flight, but not so ace at starting them. So I've decided to invite along a friend today to help get this ball rolling. Dear readers, allow me to introduce Mr. James Lipton, who will be introducing me by way of his famous questionnaire, borrowed from Bernard Pivot.

(Inside The Actor's Studio)

Good morning, James Lipton! And thank you so much for stopping by to help me today. Let's get started, shall we?

James Lipton: What is your favorite word?
Bee: Good question, James. I'd say it's probably facetious. My humor tends to run dry, and I like to point out the obvious by utilizing a bit of facetiousness.
J.L.: What is your least favorite word?
Bee: It's "siren." I hate that word. And I can't pronounce it, so I won't. I say that an emergency vehicle went by blaring it's "WOO! WOO!" I'm also not overly fond of the word "moist."
J.L.: What turns you on?
Bee: I'm going to assume we're talking creatively here, James. In which case, color and good design. And old things. I go absolutely ape in front of a wall of paint chips, or when turned loose in a really good flea market or antique mall. I tune out everything else around me, and my mind starts racing with possibility. It's a rush that's all at once euphoric and overwhelming. It's the best.
And just in case you weren't talking creatively, tall men with a wicked sense of humor ;)
J.L.: What turns youu off?
Bee: Ignorance, close-mindedness, an unwillingness to learn from or accept differences.
J.L.: What sound or noise do you love?
Bee: The quiet that comes with stillness. There's always sound in that quiet, whether it's the ocean; the chatter of birds and critters; the sounds of the house in the dead of night, settling into itself after all of the years of sheltering life and families; or even the sound of traffic and people passing by the windows. They are the sounds of peace and contentment, and I love that.

At this point, James Lipton and I decide to take a break. There are beds to make and laundry to wash, and pretty things waiting to be made. Please come back tomorrow, dear readers, and I will bring you part two of our delightful conversation.
xo

Knowing Me, Knowing You

Hello, dear readers! I thought today it might be nice to introduce Bee to you, since I'm hoping we're going to be spending lots of time together!



(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)

I've been making things since I was a small girl, and putting tags and business cards with the things I made, all with some sort of bee themed name. Hence, I named my little shop Bee Vintage Redux, because I take vintage and "redux" it, and I am Bee. (Confession- I'm not overly fond of the Vintage Redux part of the name, but it is what it is, and what it is it shall stay.)

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...
xo