Someone asked me the other day why I call myself Rosie N Grey on this blog. The Rosie is pretty obvious- it's my daughter's middle name, and it was my Grandma's name. They are and were strong influences in my life- obviously in different ways.
I also have the Rosie the Riveter tattoo on my leg. I love the imagery of that, women being called out of the kitchens and out of their homes to step up and keep a frigging country running. And they did it. Women of the 30s and 40s were strong and powerful- amazing. There is a cord of iron running through many of them, that I respect and admire and can only hope to one day live up to.
But the driving force for the name is from a song, by The Lowest of the Low. One of the best friends of my life, Tony, introduced me to them. I CANNOT listen to them, and this song in particular without thinking of him.
Rosie and Grey. That's me. Happy, sad. Confused and driven. Clear and fuzzy. I can't listen to this song without crying and smiling at the same time.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "name game".