Just some helpful thoughts. . .

Do not, ever, ever, ever:

1. Ask a woman her age. Inapprop.

2. Congratulate a woman on her pregnancy unless she herself, tells you, in no uncertain terms, "In some number of months I am going to produce a small human, which is now, as we speak, growing in my adorable belly."

**There are a number of addendum to this rule, which you can read here: What Not to Say to Expectant Mothers , as well as a list of things you SHOULD say, here: What TO Say to Expectant Mothers. Thanks to Ashley for those pearls of wisdom.

3. Inquire about the price of: a house, a car, monthly rent, or clothing items, including jewelry. The exception to this rule exists among bestest girlfriends.

4. Mention a person's weight, unless they bring it up themselves, and even then, exercise extreme caution. You can't possibly know who is dealing with body image issues, no matter what their size. Please feel free, however, to tell people how wonderful they look, or how happy, or how stylish.

5. Point out a gray hair. I made this mistake, in a loving way, with my sister and she got very upset. I meant no harm, and since I have a quantity of white hair that began appearing when I was 20, I didn't think twice. But I should have. The exception to this rule is typically with a husband. Just remind them they look distinguished.

Thanks for reading my somewhat based on research but mostly based on experience, opinions.

K.

Just a good reminder.

This is probably more for me than for anyone else. 

And it's more eloquent than me writing in lipstick on my mirror "you look CUTE!"

Why SciFi?

Why not?

But really, why am I so into stories and shows and performances that involve fantasy, out of this world creatures and mutant abilities? Often, I'd rather watch a bad superhero flick than watch something I know will be high quality that's set in some kind of reality that's actually possible. Now we get into the real argument- isn't it possible that there ARE aliens with serious technological advances? Isn't it at all feasible that there are, in fact, mutants who can walk through walls, or wizards who can disapparate at will or werewolves who look dreamy in flannel? Um. . . I'm going to say yes, with a few caveats.

I read a delightful, beautifully painted graphic novel on my latest flight home: Kingdom Come. In the foreword, this gentleman theorized that should our predecessors from say, 100 years ago, look at us now, they would surely think we were gods, or superhumans or mutants. It's true, right? I read that as I was hurtling across the country in a metal tube with wings attached. I put tiny floppy discs into my eyes every morning and suddenly I've got 20/20 vision. I am writing an open letter right now on a machine that measures 1.25 inches in thickness. I can start a car by pushing a button, sometimes from inside my house. I could talk to someone in China if I wanted to in 3...2...1...

Extra geek points if you can guess who's on that shirt.

If I were looking at what we do now, from the past- that's all pretty SciFi, I think.

Now as to why I'm such a mega geek? I've always had an insanely vivid imagination. And while I am very much interested in all of the magic that happens in a moment between two, plain ol' human beings, I'm often triply interest in what happens between an alien and a human, or a wizard and a muggle, or a mutant and a machine. Maybe because those pairings let the possibilities be even more vast. If she gets mad at him, will she stay and argue the point, or will she tear his head off? If he's in love with her, will he respect her wishes, or turn her into a vampire anyway?

This is all quite heady, when really, if we get right down to it, why SciFi? Two words:

STAR. WARS.

k.

What I'll wear to a fun premiere (or, Why I Will Need to Be Rich Soon...)

First of all, I adore (and spend way too much time using) Polyvore.com for putting together outfits and pretending I have an endless closet that includes all clothes available in the world. I am one to admit that my style could have me someday gracing the pages of 'Best Dressed' and 'What were they thinking?" But I stand by it.


I like that we all grow and change in our style. But some things will never change- like my love for long flowy skirts. So here's my premiere outfit for an imaginary upcoming film where quirk meets fabulous wrist bling. So, Imma need to make just a wee bit more cash soon. . .

k.

Striped top
$28 - topshop.com

Faith Connexion full length skirt
£529 - farfetch.com

Slip on shoes
€400 - youheshe.com

Vintage style jewelry
$2,420 - shopbop.com

Charriol longs jewelry
$2,395 - nordstrom.com

Chanel logos jewelry
€1.289 - lindestore.com

GINETTE NY 18 karat gold jewelry
£590 - kabiri.co.uk

Alexander mcqueen jewelry
$325 - forwardforward.com

Sabrina Dehoff bracelet
€199 - styleserver.de

A new series- my uneducated thoughts on restaurants.

So, I love to try new places. Often, they're not so fancy. Occasionally they warrant a pair of high heels and super thick cat-eye liner/big lashes. Today's restaurant is one I stumbled into quite on accident.

Meet Another Broken Egg! They took over a space in Atlanta's Peachtree Battle shopping center. I walked in and was greeted by a delightful woman- "Just you, sweetie?" I was seated at the bar, and immediately was asked if I wanted coffee. Laughing "yes", I got a great cup of coffee in a cute crockery style cup emblazoned with the logo- a chicken.

If I'd have known then I'd be blogging about them I would have ordered something more interesting, one of their specialties. Those include biscuit beignets, any one of 14 different omelette selections, or their Eggs Sardou- a Benedict dish with artichokes and a blend of Florentine and Hollandaise sauces.

Being gluten free I just asked for a side of eggs and a side of grits. My waiter offered me a plate that combined those and a muffin for around the same price. I decline, explaining that I can't eat the muffin- he immediately offered to sub in whatever I'd like with no extra charge. So I went with a plate of 2 poached eggs (perfect) bacon (came out with 5 strips of brilliant bacon) and grits (creamy and not overly salted).

Can you tell I was thrilled? I don't usually eat a full breakfast like that, but the warm and sunny (hooray for giant windows) atmosphere, the sweetly southern waitstaff, and the delish eggs coerced me into it.

I'd go back, and I'm picky about breakfast. So do yourselves a favor. Go get some, ya'll.

K.

ps- Did I mention they're open 7-2 daily and offer sammies and burgers for lunch?

There is a new Faerie Queen in Town. . .

And it's totally gonna be me.

For über-geeks and normal people alike, it's hard to find your place in the world. That's how Helen feels. And though she might think she ought to be Queen, it'll take more than thinking and a seriously righteous magic orb to make it happen.

Meet the Faeries- Helena ('cause why mess with a good thing?), King Aria, Gidget, Papillon and Pepe.

Who will win the epic battle?

Would you be a faerie? Or a troll? Admit it. You totally want to join our merry band. You can do so by helping us continue this work here: Faeries IndieGogo Fundraising Page (of Magic)

K.

This is how I feel today.

                                    

I mean, not exactly like this. Because when this photo was taken, I was about 15 minutes from getting married. I had to pee, was worried about my breath, and was having a small amount of butt sweat. You all know what that's like. . . attractive.

But I feel jittery and excited and anxious, because my hubby is flying home today. He's been in Atlanta, directing a remount of his wildly popular adaptation of The Red Balloon for Théâtre du R êve. That link will take you to his website, where you can find info on the show, and also see what else he's up to these days. If you're in Atlanta or near there, get your butt to this show. you will not regret it. I can't begin to tell you how proud I am. It's pretty awesome when someone you love also happens to be incredible at what they do- above an beyond any bias that being in love with them produces.

I get the giggles every time I talk to him, and I don't care who knows it. And that's why I feel like that photo today- I haven't seen him in 3 weeks, and I'm going crazy! Also I need him to take out the garbage. I've know my hubby since I was 15. We met, and I told the girl sitting next to me at the time, "Who is that guy? I'm going to marry him." 

See? That's just how I roll.

Have you ever predicted anything wild that's come true? Or how did you meet your honey?

k.