So, how did The Fancy Rat become The Fancy Rat?
Well, the story is cute, I think...
But to help paint the picture, I will have to divulge my very unglamorous snacking habits. Most people use a separate dish that they eat from when partaking in a meal-usually from a pot, casserole, etc. that the food was cooked in. Well, I don't eat like that. I just grab my fork, spoon (or whatever!) and dig right in. Munching away happily from the original container - why dirty more dinnerware?? And when I do this, my husband says that I "eat like a rat!" - think Templeton from Charlotte's Web to be specific. After I am done with my snacking, the dish looks less appetizing - think the edge of a glacier before it breaks free - cragged, jagged, unappealing. Yep, left my mark.
Anywhoo...On one lazy Saturday, my husband and I were out for brunch at one of our favorite Italian restaurants. 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 via my tried-and-true snacking habit above. No bread plate, no adding some to my plate, just pure Templeton-esque energy.
And of course, my husband said that I "snack like a rat"! Well, in my impaired state, with my aperol buzzy in full swing I retorted, "But I am like a Fancy Rat!" proudly holding my hands up, and with jazz hands motions, showcasing the copious amounts of 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 was born...
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