Kicking K

Posted in response to the Daily Post weekly photo challenge. This week’s theme ‘Names’.

K twiglet (2)

This is not a name, it is a letter, I hear you cry.  I beg to differ. 

For some reason best known to my parents they decided to call me Kaye (with an ‘e’).  It doesn’t matter at all that they decided to call me Kaye (with an ‘e’) because Kaye (with an ‘e’) sounds just like ‘K’.  An initial, a cough of a name.

I’m not a Katy, or Katherine, or Kelly, or Katrina, I’m just Kaye (with an ‘e’). 

You’ll notice that I’m reminding you of the ‘with an e’ bit everytime, that’s because whenever I am asked my name and I say Kaye, people say

‘your full name?’

And I have to say yes, that’s Kaye (with an ‘e’).  ‘K. A. Y. E.’. would be so much easier to have a proper name.

I’ve always wanted a name with more than one syllable. Something nice and musical like Gwendoline, or Isabella.  Nice soft romantic names. Names that don’t sound like they’re just initials.

Nice as they are though, I will never find a twiglet in the shape of those.  And, it’s quite cool to be known by an initial these days I suppose. Look at ‘M’ in James Bond, and of course, don’t tell anyone, but I am one of the Men in Black!