But first, some modern theater.

Context: The Modern Love Machine is a high-school math teacher. He is also a morning person. When school’s in session, he’s rolling out the door about the time I wake up, which prevents scheduling issues with our lone bathroom. When school’s not in session, we tend to get out of bed around the same time.

Setting: Hallway in the Modern Abode. Me, dressed but with half-wet, super-frizzy hair and no makeup. Him, dressed.

MLM: I need to read a magazine. (Translation: He needs to occupy the bathroom. Reference: HIMYM)
MG: Well I need to finish getting ready for work first.
MLM: [Blank stare]
MG: Does it look like I’m ready for work?
MLM: [Blank stare]
MG: The correct answer in this situation is, ‘No.’

God love him, he cooks, he cleans, he picks up after himself, but he does fall into the category of Guys Who Don’t Notice When Something is Different or Off About Their Significant Other’s Hair.

Mission: Put Together ended more with a whimper than a bang for me. Week 4 was all about ‘shine,’ ie accessories, which ain’t so much my cup of tea outside of scarves and jackets/cardigans. Week 4 1/2 was about putting it all together. I lost several days from both to travel, hot weather and a Memorial Day triathlon and therefore have no documentation. (I didn’t actually try on those days).

Despite my half-ass effort at the end and my insistence that necklaces look wack on me, I am still declaring M:PT a roaring success as I barely wore jeans at all during the month of May; I wore Chacos only once, I think, and I experimented with a few outfits that I might not have otherwise tried. Hooray for thinking outside of the box.