Look at Me

Our dear friends have a pool and we spend quite a bit of time there with our collective kids.  Every time a kid launches themselves off the diving board at another amateur attempt at a cannonball, we hear “LOOK AT ME!” Our friends have enforced, and I fully support, a strict no Look-At-Me policy.  

We are not terrible parents. We love our children and support them in every aspect of their lives. If they drum in a concert, play in a soccer game, finish a puzzle – I will be looking. But God help me if I have to be interrupted every time a knee gets twisted in a different direction.  

It is this very same sensibility that has kept me from facebook and twitter and the like until this point. My grandfather is 98 and he is on facebook. Even he could not convince me.  I have been staunchly reluctant because I have a strict no Look-At-Me policy. However, I have been not so subtly convinced that this is no longer how the world operates.  

With 20 years of high-end residential design experience, a litany of stories I could not repeat for fear of never working in New York again, and an unremitting sense of humor, I respectfully ask, look at me.