Thursday, January 22, 2015


I HATE the name Paisley. I hate it so, so very much.

When I hear people who proudly introduce their little baby or girl and tell me that her name is Paisley, I force and smile. In my head, I picture little ameoba-like things crawling around on fabric. I also think: "Obviously you wanted a name that would be unique and ended up with the name that sounds like every unique name." And also I think, "SHE IS GOING TO BE AN ADULT WITH THAT NAME!"

Paisley is not a good name.

It is the name of this pattern:

Ameobas. Right?