Oh, yeah. No need to adjust your monitor resolution. I did, in fact, just become a blogger who takes bathroom self-portraits. Feel free to unfollow. Who could blame you. But really, my photographer husband has no interest in taking pictures of me where one of the cats or a houseplant or something isn't in the foreground so I have been put in the unfortunate position of having to take pictures of my reflection in the john. Because today I got my hair cut by family friend and stylist Angelika, who made me feel like a million bucks and like I'm not losing a brush-full of hair a day due to postpartum hair loss. Which, by the way, not to gross you out, but I totally am. But, obviously, so did Katie Holmes, so I'm in stylish company.