Always Bee Fancy

Since I was a teeny tiny itty bitty baby, my mama and sister called me “Bee.” Eventually, the bumble bee and it’s buzzy self became my icon. I was Bee and that was that.

The story behind “fancy” is a simple one too. Not too long ago, I worked as the Special Events Manager for a winery. I traveled about 75% of me time staying in Red Roof Inns and even motels when things were really tight. Once upon a time, I was stuck in the middle of nowhere. Faced with staying in a motel room in East Jesus, New York, I called in the reinforcements. My long-time best friend, Chloe.

That night, she showed up with a big smile, as per usual. I, on the other hand, was near tears horrified by the condition of my digs for the weekend. There was a banana under my bed, spiders in the shower, pillows on the floor (because floor > bed, duh.), and garbage cans that hadn’t been emptied in a fortnight. The locks on the door were…malfunctioning… at best and the blinds didn’t pull down all of the way. It smelled strongly of second-hand smoke and dirty carpets,  but there was no turning back.

That night, Chloe and I adopted “because I’m faaaaaaancy!” It made us laugh and at that point, I couldn’t ask for much more. In our hypothetical world, everything that was wrong with the night was by choice. Because we were “fancy,” of course!

The funny thing of it all is that I’m not one bit fancy by typical standards. I don’t have a fancy car, I don’t have fancy clothes, but I’m me. I’m Bee. I’m 24. Engaged to my best friend. More than a little OCD re: my eyebrows. Obsessed with nail polish. Preoccupied with making the world a better place. A semi-decent cook (when I don’t set the smoke alarm off). I’m determined when I need to be and (usually) quiet when the situation warrants it. I thought I wanted to be a lady of the corporate caste, but come to find out, I’d rather eat ice cream and watch YouTube makeup vloggers.  There was a time where I wanted to run a marathon, but recently, making it to work in the morning feels plenty good enough. I weirdly use the word “homeslice” a lot and I tend to sing when I’m stressed.

Come play with me in my corner of the internet, where the only thing you need to do to be fancy, is to simply Bee yourself.

xoxo

Me. Bee!