I got my haircut on Friday. As each Blandings boy piled into the car he said some variation of, "Oh, you got your hair cut." Which is, for boys, pretty impressive. After Mr. Blandings had been home for a couple of hours, with no hair-related comment, I put my hand of my hip and tilted my head to the left. "What?" "I got my hair cut." You might think this bid for attention a bit desperate, but I don't have a lot of moments in my life. I'm not going to get the big promotion. I'm not going to be on the cover of a magazine. Oprah is not calling me. Sometimes getting my hair cut is the best thing that happens to me all week next to not getting thrown up on.
His response? "Oh, I didn't know if you got your haircut or if it was static-y." At least it made me laugh.
Jan Showers via the Peak of Chic.
Sometimes his level of attention to detail works to my advantage. I can sneak something in, a vase, a pair of candlesticks, earrings, and it can take a while for him to notice. Then, when he asks, "Is that new?" I can honestly reply, "Sweetie, I've had this forever."
Todd Alexander Romano via the Peak of Chic. With Le Lac. Fab.
So, I'm taking bets. How long do you think it will take for him to notice the antelope carpet I've ordered for the office? Office chair took two days. I'm not kidding. This is not blog-fodder, this is my life.