With the wickedly stylish and terribly charming Karmela from the John Sahag Workshop, who has been cutting and styling my hair forever.
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The last time I got my hair cut was a full year ago, almost to the day.
I think I lived six or seven lifetimes yesterday. It literally did not stop from the moment I opened my eyes at six until the moment my head hit my pillow at midnight.
Oh, excerpt for once. I have this little quirk: interacting with other human beings in an environment where the focus is on me generates this very specific kind of stress that has the unfortunate byproduct of making me fall asleep. You know those fainting goat videos? Like that.
So yeah, I fell asleep flat on my stomach on my parents' bed an hour before I was due to walk onto a stage and talk about pregnancy for an hour and a half. I did end up making it on time, but my micro-nap had the effect of making me a little loopy, so I went ahead and told an audience of strangers about that time when I was giving birth to my second child and was so terrified of having a repeat of my terrible, horrible, accidentally natural first birth experience that I hit the little GIVE ME DRUGS button as often as I possibly could, which meant that by the time my daughter came into the world I was a very special kind of high that made me think it might be a good idea to pull a Kourtney Kardashian and pull my daughter out...myself. The teeny tiny iota of my brain that was still functioning properly at that moment very fortunately alerted me to the fact that this would be an extremely bad idea, so I went ahead and let the doctor handle the baby-extrication process, but oh man, it was close.
Even in the rain, Christmas in NYC is lovely (image via)
I just realized that I've been in New York City for a week now, and have barely even mentioned it (although I've been Instagramming and Snapchatting the bejeesus out of this trip, per usual). I flew in mostly because my aunt Trudy (who lives in a part of Canada that's extremely difficult and expensive to get to from San Jose) has never met Goldie, and so I used miles to fly to the city during a time when she was planning to be there visiting my mom.
One of the more exciting things that happened this week was that Erin and I met up with our editors at Penguin Random House to discuss the details of our book launch in the spring (The Big Fat Activity Book for Pregnant People officially comes out on April 25, although it's available for preorder now). We'll be doing events on both coasts, so I'll keep you guys posted in case you'd like to swing by for pickles and ice cream and hugs and such. And! And and and! We also found out that the book is being picked up for publication in the U.K., France, and Poland - which means that there's a decent chance that Erin and I will end up hanging out in Britain at some point early next year. Tea and crumpets! Adorable London boutiques! HOTEL BEDS.
This is my favorite haircut I have ever gotten. It's a shot from exactly a year ago, when Karmela (my stylist at John Sahag, who I found after reading about the salon in an Allure Magazine way back when I was in high school) and I decided to chop off my increasingly straggly post-partum locks into a bob. And I've been a bob girl ever since.
Except then I got The Really Bad Cut. I remember when I moved out to California, my mom saying "Oh you'll just have to come back to New York when you need a haircut so Karmela can do it," because apparently my mother is under the impression that I have transformed into an heiress, or perhaps just a very wealthy socialite of the Hilton genus. ("...Shall I take the private plane, mama? Or must I fly first class with the plebeians again?")
Presenting: a major project we've had in the works these last couple of months.
I thought it was time for RG to get a facelift, and worked with Anthony Creek of Thoughtbox (who you might remember as that guy who completely saved my job and my life about a year ago) to create a cleaner, more easy-to-read site (and I am SO excited that it worked out so that we're launching right as we embark on this major adventure).
I hope you like it as much as I do! Would love to hear your thoughts, and if there's anything you'd really like to see please let me know - it's a work in progress, as always, and I want to make the time you spend here as fun and fuss-free as possible.
Something about tailored clothing (and especially suits) always makes me feel like an alien, or maybe like a five-year-old with messy hair who's been hanging out in Mommy's closet; it just never has quite the effect I hoped it would, and so I've more or less given up on the look and defaulted to Bohemian (a.k.a. "messy") over the years.
And then I cut my hair. And I'm sure we're all sick of The Haircut Heard 'Round The World (or at least 'Round The RG) by now, but for real: overnight, it made me feel like I wanted to - and maybe even could - wear anything. I loved my long hair, but it always made me feel a little…blowsy. Like if I wore anything even the least bit fancy, it was all a bit too much. And now everything from the neck up feels simple and sporty and not fussy at all, and so it feels a lot easier to play around with what's going on down below.
I have never worn anything even remotely like this before in my life.
OK, so as it turns out: I should have had short hair all along.
Here's the thing: it's just a haircut, right? But the second - and I mean the second - that ponytail was off my head, I suddenly felt…like myself. People keep saying "Do you feel so free?!" and YES.