I poured through my photos yesterday (Thursday) in an attempt to come up with the perfect TBT photo. Dad, since I know you’ll ask, TBT (Throwback Thursday) is when people post old photos of themselves on social media or blogs. Not old as in, “Check out my crow’s feet in this photo,” but old like, “Hey, check out my ALF t-shirt.”
I have plenty of pictures of both, by the way.
The winner of the gorgeous gloves is…
Judi Miller: “Love my sweaters & boots!!! A free 20 seconds, that’s all I had ”
Congratulations, Judi! Contact firstname.lastname@example.org to claim your prizes.
Fall is in the air (literally) for us here in Kansas, and I got seriously bitten by the fashion bug this weekend.
Leggings and tunics and boot socks, oh my!
I spent the entire day Saturday at a local outlet mall—by myself—
Yeah, I can’t even finish that sentence it’s so beautiful.
By myself. That phrase deserves a sentence all its own. Actually, a whole line…
Yeah, I think it needs caps lock, bold, italics, and an exclamation point.
[Overkill, lady. We get it.]
So, I walked around Legends Outlets in Kansas City…
And though I found some great deals and a few essential items to add to my wardrobe, there was nothing quite as detailed and beautiful as what I’m giving away today!
We have a winner and a consensus:
Sarah: “Definitely Dangly. Gangly is when your arms and legs are long and awkward – to me anyway…” Shoot me an email at email@example.com to redeem your earrings!
And the consensus is that “gangly earrings” is not a thing. They’re dangly. Google is wrong.
Alrighty, it’s giveaway time. And confession time. Don’t worry dad. It’s just a goofy confession about my changing body that not even my closest friends know about me.
Aaaaaaaaaaand we just lost my dad.
[Please tell me she's not about to talk about women's troubles.]
Don’t worry, I’m not talking about women’s troubles. I’m talking about my ears.
[I guess it depends on the woman as to whether or not there's trouble in that department.]
Oh SNAP! But, seriously, cut it out. This is a friendly place.
[Who is Katy always talking to in the brackets? I'm so confused by this blog sometimes.]
So, my ears. They’re just…different. For one, they just don’t work as well as they used to, according to my husband. Whether or not that is a “selective” phenomenon is still up for debate.
If you had a chance to catch my first ever Google Glass video, you may remember the part where I compared the entire New York experience to a hair appointment in a really swanky salon. And it truly was just like that. The different “stations” with mirrors and the ambiance had me itching to act like I was at a hair appointment and get video of the whole thing.
Me to Google Employee: ”Okay, so I’ll pretend like you just gave me a haircut—except that the “haircut” is Google Glass—and then I’ll just act really surprised and maybe cry a lot. Also, we’ll get it all on video and promote it to my millio—dozens of subscribers.”
Only, my Google Glass representative didn’t quite share my enthusiasm for improv.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit of a clothes horse. I love the look and feel of a well-tailored dress. I walk taller (literally) in a cute pair of platform heels. I search far and wide until I find the right accessories. I may or may not sniff a new handbag after I purchase it just to take in that “new bag” smell.
But, we’re also on a bit of a fixed income. We have two kids in diapers, my husband is in the military, and I’m a stay-at-home mom.
You can do the math.
Oh, hello there! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. I’m just in the kitchen where I always am…whipping up a batch of organic, gluten-free cookies with my perfectly well-behaved baby while I update my blog.
I forget myself sometimes.
It happens every time I attend a live theatre performance. Especially on Broadway.
I forget that I’m a wife. I forget that I’m a mother. I forget that I actually drive a minivan. I forget that I can’t move to New York and work in a restaurant the rest of my life as I try to “make it.” I forget that the only “character” I play lately is that of a mom blogger hopped up on coffee and Raisinets.
While we’re off gallivanting in New York City, I thought I would introduce you to the Katy from nearly a decade ago. This post was written on Tuesday, April 13, 2004, on “Postcards from Leeds,” a blog I kept during my year abroad as a Rotary Foundation Ambassadorial Scholar in Leeds, England. Any comments in brackets are made in present tense to clarify for my Katy in a Corner readers. Warning: I ate an obscene amount of scones while I lived in England. So, that accounts for the 50 additional pounds I’m toting in these photos.
Big Girls Don’t Cry…They Get a Refund
Originally Published: April 13, 2004
I have a great idea for a new movie. Picture this: The Sound of Music meets Edward Scissorhands. Except, rather than taking place in Salzburg, it’s set in Leeds, England. The plot goes something like this…
This week was an exciting one by my standards. I’m pretty sure I put on actual pants at least 3 or 4 times. I wore makeup on more than one occasion. And I even ventured outside the few times the temperatures reached above the 50 degree mark.
And I got to feed a llama. Or maybe it was an alpaca. I’m still not sure.
Regardless, it was pretty exciting.