Yep-you read that right. Lowercase. I don’t capitalize my name, even though my mom thinks I’m a “capital person”.
I’m a little weird, and I embrace that. I don’t like capital “E” because it looks like a fork. It looks sharp, pointy, dangerous. I am not those things. I think of myself as being soft, feminine, romantic, and what says that better than a simple spiral: a lowercase “e”.
I was married this past October, and I’m having a hard time dropping my maiden name. It’s how I’ve known myself for the past 30-odd years and it is the consummate conversation starter:
“Meharg, now that’s an interesting last name”
-Yes-it’s actually Graham, mis-spelled backwards
“You don’t say! Huh, look at that, so it is. Where does that come from?”
My family is Scotts-Irish. We were border reivers-got in trouble with the law for raiding and stealing sheep, so we spelled our name backwards to avoid being beheaded.
“Hmm, that’s as good a reason as any to spell your name backwards!”
“Ms Harris, nice to met you.”
Sigh. I love my husband immensely, but his last name, sadly, is not quite as exciting. Nor do my initials have a nice ring, the way “e.l.m” did. Hence the reason I’m having a bear of a time becoming “e.m.h” It sounds like a grunt of confusion “ummm” or a sound of bored disapproval “meh”. I’m ambivalent about e.m.h. Meh.
BUT, what if the H gets put the the front? That spells Helm-the steering wheel of a ship! Steering fashion forward. Go ahead. Wear Helm.
I’ve been making jewelry (as e.l.m.) since I as 15. I’ve always love to create, and discovering metal clay took my jewelry to the next level. It doesn’t matter what I go by (h.e.l.m), the point is I love to make.
I am the most proud of and inspired by my line of commemorative jewelry-it arose from the loss of my beloved pup. I needed something to keep his memory close to my heart, and made a reliquary-a vessel that enshrined a bit of fuzz from his tennis ball, some of his hair, and soil from his burial site. Wearing that necklace helps me keep his spirit with me.
When I was approached to make a reliquary pendant for a customer’s wife, I realized that these pendants might resonate with others who were experiencing the heart-ache of a lost love. When the customer told me his wife, upon opening the gift, exclaimed it was “the most thoughtful gift he’d given her in 20 plus years of marriage” I knew I’d found my calling.