This is the thing: I freaking hate clowns. So when I decided a cowl in clown barf yarn was just the thing I needed, I was hit with a dilemma: do I go with my first instinct, and name my cowl Clown Barf, or do I go with another name, one that doesn’t make me think of someone who will either make me a balloon animal or kill me in a back alley?
In the end I compromised, and came up with the name Unicorn Barf. It’s certainly friendlier, but it still appeals to the 12 year old boy inside me. Which I think we can all agree is really important.