Mother’s Day Tell-All. Lovingly dedicated to THEE Momma of Back at Momma’s Antiques.
Of course, I can’t tell you about Back at Momma’s if I don’t tell you about Momma, right? With Mother’s Day coming up this month, I felt like it was the perfect time to share a little more about the Back at Momma’s logo/name and, of course, about Momma herself. If you’re new here, you can read all about my “why” and the story of how Back at Momma’s Antiques came to be on my “About” page. If you haven’t, you may want to start there. The Logo. | The House That Built Me. My business name and my logo existed far longer in my head than it has in reality and on paper. I knew calling my business Back at Momma’s Antiques would only work for me if I could show what the house I grew up in is like...what Momma's is like. Every part of my logo down to the tiniest detail of a Queen Anne’s Lace bloom as the apostrophe, resembles something from Momma’s. (Queen Anne’s Lace grows wild there and to this day is my favorite flower/weed.) So, when my logo designer sent me back the first draft of my logo, I nearly cried. It looked nothing like Momma’s. A half dozen revisions later, Momma’s house came to life inside the Back at Momma’s logo; a logo I am proud of for so many reasons and one that makes me smile every time I see it.
PHOTO: The initial sketch I drew of what I envisioned for my logo. It's so good. I don't know why the designer struggled to see my vision. *Read with extreme sarcasm. One of my favorite compliments to receive is when I’m working in my antique booth and a shopper stops to comment on the sign with my logo on it, “Oh, I love your logo. What a great name.” I love getting to tell them that it’s my childhood home, a 100-year-old farmhouse with years of history, sketched inside my logo. I doubt it makes a bit of difference to shoppers, but I love that my business is rooted in such a deep story of how and where I was raised. For me, keeping where I came from as the foundation of my business helps keep my brand authentic, natural and so much more than just a logo with a farmhouse.
PHOTO: You shoulda seen it in color.
Thee Momma. So many times people ask if I am “Momma” of Back at Momma’s Antiques. “No, no,” I say. “But I can only hope to be like her someday.” Don’t worry. I could, but I won’t, brag about my Momma forever in this post. Mostly because if she ever reads this, she will be so upset that there are things on “The Google” (what she calls the internet) about her. As so many of us do, there are a million things we admire about our Moms.
PHOTO: Laughing until we cried. Teaching her how to use Snapchat.
I’ve never seen my Mom wear a stitch of makeup and she can bake a pie from scratch just as good as she can mow the yard and plant a garden. My Mom taught me to need no one and make use of everything. She instilled me with the empowering mindset of being independent, doing things on my own and figuring things out for myself. She’s also the most creative and resourceful person I have ever met. Some of it is that she’s a product of parents who lived through the great depression and a tornado that leveled the family farm when she was only 12, but mostly she’s just a badass. Pardon my Yankee mouth.
PHOTO: I'm her mini me in more ways than I'll ever admit.
My sisters and I give her sass for washing and reusing Ziplock sandwich bags and cutting the elastic band off my dad’s old underwear to reuse as essentially a giant rubberband for just about everything. But, in doing so, she has taught me to see the use in the useless; and what a gift that has been. I’ll be pickin’ an old barn and think, “What would Mom do with this or use this for?” She has always had an eye for repurposing and although she struggles with throwing things away, she more often than not finds a use for them sooner or later. Always to my dismay. It wouldn’t be the first time a mom was right about something, huh? Here’s to always having eyes that see the use in the useless. I’ll forever be a blessed little girl to get to call her mom. I love you, Momma. Happy Mother’s Day.
P.S. Of course there would never have been a Momma’s house if it weren’t for Daddio. But, that’s a story for another day. Spoiler alert, he’s a badass, too. 😊
PHOTO: The two best parents luck could buy.