When I first started selling my work, I decided I needed a company name to do it under. My actual name (while a perfectly accurate reflection of my half Dutch, half French Canadian family) is Difficult for English Speakers. And I live in the most English-dominant province in the country. I have spent a lot of time explaining the pronunciation and spelling of my name to all sorts of people, and even teachers at school were prone to getting it wrong. So I felt a company name would just make things easier on everyone.
It was hard to pick one. I knew I (probably) would be sticking to ceramics, and (probably) would be mostly making functional wares, but past that, I had very little idea how to identify myself to the world. I wound up using my tattoo, a personal reminder of hard work and accomplishments, as inspiration, and came out to the world as Blue Dragon Clay. And that worked, insofar as it was easy to read and say for the majority of my audience, but it has never meant anything to anyone other than me. It doesn’t even describe the work. Mostly because my designs have changed so much over the years that the only real constant is that they’re mine.
So I’m ditching the old name. Mostly when people go looking for my stuff, they ask for “the Robot lady” or “the one who did those book cups”, anyway. If the constant is me, I may as well switch to me. I registered my first ever domain today. All the old blog content is under the new domain; all the old links to bluedragonclay.wordpress.com should just quietly redirect to maaikecharron.com.
It feels kinda nice.
 My high school physics teacher, an enthusiastic and entertaining man whose classes I enjoyed even without much natural aptitude for the subject matter, spelled it differently on every test, assignment, and report I ever got back from him. Which is impressive, considering I had consistently and scrupulously spelled it correctly in the upper right hand corner before handing in the work, and so he had it right there as a handy reference.
 The minority language rights activist in me is, to this day, slightly annoyed that I couldn’t come up with something handily bilingual, but there you have it.
 I will admit, it is possible I might have discovered more natural aptitude for physics if I had spent slightly less time passing notes back and forth with my friend. We coded them in Aurebesh. I assume that extra level of nerdery was my idea. No way I’d risk being caught doing something against the rules if I couldn’t at least nerd it up enough that it wouldn’t be cool.