Leocadia K. (Lee-oh-kay-dee-uh Kay).
It's funny, when I'm at markets + art fairs, people always ask me if my plants are real, they always ask me if my plants are for sale + they sometimes ask me how to pronounce my business name, usually while saying it correctly, but they rarely ask me what my business name means.
I can count the number of people who've asked about the meaning on my hand. Strange, right?
When I decided to start a business, coming up with the name was the easy part. I honestly didn't put much thought into it because Leocadia K. just felt right. It was very intuitive.
Leocadia was my Polish grandmother's first name (my mom's mom) + it just so happens that both her maiden + married last names started with a K, so I couldn't not use it. It was way too serendipitous + adding an initial to the end of anything always makes it feel a little more elevated.
My Babci (Polish for Grandmother) passed the year before I was born, but I’ve always felt very connected to her not only spiritually, but also through my Mom + her stories. She was quite the modern woman for her time. In the 1940s, she worked an assembly line, oversaw air raid drills + modelled plus-size bras + lingerie, while being courted by a Texas cattle baron. She made her own clothes, her kid’s clothes + even the upholstery for her house, using patterns of her own design that she cut out of newspaper. She was president of her church’s Lady’s Guild + she was so well-liked there that the priest would come to her house for Sunday dinner.
In the 1960s, she founded + ran WATES – the Women’s Association to Enjoy Slimming. Any woman small or large could join. They met at the health department + worked together to lose weight under a doctor’s supervision. She always took care of the neighborhood kids. Everyone in our hometown knew who she was + loved her + like most small towns, she knew where her girls were + what they were doing long before they told her, simply because the town would keep her updated.
She was so inherently good, that she couldn’t hate anyone or anything, even if she tried. She didn’t swear, ever (the non-swearing gene skipped me. Sorry, Mom). Even during arguments, she kept her cool + tried to help everyone see reason. When she hugged you, you’d get lost in her embrace + she had an extremely close relationship with God + Heaven.
I like to think her essence + my artistic intuition connected to bring you the Leocadia K. you see here.
There’s no fancy hidden meaning or higher purpose. I just decided Leocadia K. would be my business name. It's really that simple.
The answers to those plant questions are simple too. My plants are fake + they're not for sale.