I’ve always liked my name. I don’t know why that sounds vain to say but I’m pretty OK with Alissa. Despite the fact that people never spell it right and call me: Melissa, Lisa, Allison, Elisa, Allie and my favorite, Elizabeth. Yes, one woman, even after I said it slowly 5 times, called me Elizabeth. I give her a pass though because she was old and rocking a fabulous fur coat. I’ve had to explain how to say my name like this, “It’s like Melissa but drop the m and the m and then add an a.” Despite how complicated that sounds people instantly get it.
Sweater: Banana Republic (Sold out)
Jeans: C/O Aeropostale (exact)
Shoes: Target (exact)
Necklace: C/O Onecklace (exact)
Clutch: Tommy Hilfiger
Ever so often I run into an Alissa on campus and I naturally feel like we have an amazing bond over having our name butchered, spelled wrong and having to answer to anything that sounds even remotely close to our name. Teachers just assume you are used to your name being wrong so they kind of give up. I have a teacher who currently spells my name “Alyssa” instead of “Alissa.” I often wonder how sharp she is if she isn’t paying enough attention to my papers and homework to notice that my name is Alissa, not Alyssa.
Now my last name is another story. I can’t wait to trade that in for Andrew’s. Side note: Andrew also has a last name that starts with f so I am AF for life. I can monogram everything right now because I am AFF for life.