My mother says that up until the day before I was born, she and my dad were set to name me Kimberly Jo. That is: Kimmy Jo Kueber (pronounced: kee-burr). Now, I have no problem with the name Kimberly. It is a beautiful name. But the cutie petutie alliteration of Kimmy Jo Kueber would, I fear, have altered my destiny and made me to grow up to be a totally different person.
On the other hand, the name Pamela apparently means “all honey” in Latin. Umm, ask anyone and “all honey” does not describe me. I am a “these boots are made for walkin” “what part of no don’t you understand” “when mom is happy, everybody is happy” “I know this product is not retro, but it’s my blog thank you very much” kind of girl. No, I am a “Pam” — the “all” part. Ix-nay to the ela-may. Cruising around the home decor-with-vintage-style retailer-websites the other day, I spotted the “Pam” doorbell button at Bauerware. That’s Harvey the doorbell button at her side. I like it that there is a doorbell button named after me. Link: Bauerware for the home.