Put a couple of words together and maybe you get a ‘desired effect’ or ‘win-win’. Might filthy nana be an apt name for ceramic jewelry? I may never know; it’s just something I uttered one day, describing the kind of grandmother I happen to be. Not that I live in a sty (and I’m an organized sort of sexagenarian); it’s simply that there is always dirt in my house – dirt that I’ve been recently fashioning into adornment. I’ll admit, I’m not one to preemptively act to avoid the birth of the occasional cob web. A dirt-free environment is not on my top-ten goals’ list.
The name filthy nana just seemed appropriate for jewelry made from dirt in the hands of this old lady.
