Since I was a kid I have been fairly good at imagining stories and being able to put some of that down on paper. My mom at one point tried to encourage me into a carrier as a creative writer. One thing stopped me and it bugs me to this day. I am horrible with names. Not just remembering them, but making them up. So, it can be no surprise to tell you that it has taken me a while to decide on what I am going to call my little side business.
My wife and I talked through several different alternatives before I finally just came up with one a few days ago. First there was the name it after me approach, but it seemed like Danny’s Woodshop would be a bit cliche for my tastes and I really didn’t just love that name. Then, Jenny suggested we name it after our german shepherd that sits and watches me work. His name is Fibber and something about Fibber’s Woodshop seemed to suggest to me a hint of untruthfulness.
Suddenly it hit me and there is a bit of an explanation to go along with my decision. If you know anything about swing dancing then you’re already at the head of the class. In college, I was heavy into dancing and music (jazz and blues) and at a certain point I was an authority on swing dancing in Oklahoma. Now, the actual name of the original style of swing dancing that almost everything after the 1940s is based off of is Lindy Hop. I’ve always had an affection for the name Lindy and in my mind it is more than just a description of a dance style. So, I’m deciding to officially name my shop: Lindy’s Woodshop.
Really all this is some formality for me; taxes and all. I’m not turning pro any time soon, especially considering the hand cut dovetails I did this last weekend. Yeesh! But, since I want to have some recognition, I do think it is important to have a shop name. I have already had a few people who know me ask for business cards (scary) and I’ve been doing my best to write down a phone number on a slip of paper that I’m sure will get lost…
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