February 2015
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?")