What's in a name?

So, how did The Fancy Rat become The Fancy Rat?

Well, the story is cute, I think...My husband Tim and I were out for a Saturday brunch at one of our favorite Italian restaurants in Boca Raton. This particular fab restaurant offers bottomless aperol spritzes on the weekends and I sometimes indulge in this very guilty pleasure. This particular Saturday I was wearing some fabulous jewels, as usual (on the weekends I like to pile it on), and swimming in a sea of fizzy aperol. My husband offered me a few bites of his entrée and I, a little too excitedly, obliged. Somehow this led to conversation around my snacking habits - I will grab any stainless eating utensil and dig into the dish it was cooked in, gnawing at it instead of daintily carving myself a portion and placing it onto a plate to enjoy. My gnawing on the family dish is reminiscent of Templeton rat from Charlotte's Web. After I am done with my snacking, the dish looks less picturesque - think the edge of a glacier before it breaks free - cragged, jagged, unappealing. My husband said that I "snack like a rat"...and with my aperol buzzy in full swing I retorted, "Like a Fancy Rat!" proudly holding my hands up, and with jazz hands motions, showcasing the rings on my fingers. After the snorts of laughter had subsided, we both immediately said, yep, that's the name of our jewelry business. And that was how The Fancy Rat name was born...