these days are ours.

2006-12-29 / 1:57 p.m.

Yesterday I could not be bothered to get in the shower or wash my hair. I was basically clean anyway, and my hair had all this weird slept-in poofiness--very unusual--so I just sprayed it back like an 80s news anchor and slapped on a rubberband. When the Brit got home, he said I looked like Fonzie with a ponytail and couldn't stop laughing about it. It confused him. He effuses about my side part so often that I probably shouldn't have messed with the formula.

I'm debating about a new hairdo. I know, who cares? But I think it's time to lose the length, even though that means no more pigtails. When does one get too old for pigtails, anyway, if one is not a punky hipster chick? We've been endlessly watching the HBO series Rome via Netflix, and Cleopatra's fuzzy little hairdo inspired me to ask the Brit whether he thought that could be achieved with clippers. I've never cut my own hair beyond inevitable fringe-trimming, and I really like the idea of going over my whole head with clippers, maybe two different settings to be fancy. I promise you I will be too chicken (or chaka khan, as I like to pronounce it) ever to go through with this half-assed plan, but it sounds pretty attractive when I weigh it against the alternative of having a high-maintenance short haircut that ALWAYS feels too long after the first two weeks.

Did I tell you that we have been getting, mysteriously, Architectural Digest in the mail? It is addressed to the Brit, so I know it has nothing to do with my editrix friend who works for AD (yo) and she has nothing to do with circulation anyway. Also, he got an envelope recently saying IT'S TIME TO RENEW YOUR SUBSCRIPTION! One day, we got two issues at the same time. Someone's mailing list has malfunctioned, and as a result I am leafing through a paean to various kinds of excess every time I sit (daintily) on the toilet. I can't say I'm not enjoying it, though--the AD, not the toilet, though the toilet is pretty good too. There are no interior design projects in the offing right now and I guess my fingers are getting itchy. I even took Martha Stewart's How to Decorate into bed with me last night. Oddly enough, I did not have any of my weird self-critical Martha dreams afterward.

So anyway, I guess I'll keep decorating myself, which is how this entry started out. See how I did that, with the unintentional narrative arc? Or circle? A round shape, at any rate. Melinda wanted to see my pendant, with which I have most assuredly been decorating myself:

In this light it has no fire, but trust me, it is fiery.

I can't tell you how pent up and silly I have been lately. We are having relentlessly English weather here and I should be taking misty walks every day. Instead I am wading through thousands of work emails, postponing working on my thesis, and thinking about what outfit I might put on.

Maybe I'll put on an outfit and go for a walk.

Happy days,
Maven.

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