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How’d that happen so fast?

I had to (pay my very brilliant tech guy to) move Formerly Hot over to a new server, which is good news–the old server couldn’t support the gazillions of visitors the site has been getting. But in the process I think I lost a few user submissions. So if you sent your Formerly/Finally story within the last month and you don’t see it here, please resend, if it’s not too much trouble. My apologies.

This week’s is from my friend Kristin, who you may recognize from the yet-to-go-viral author video for the hopefully-soon-to-be-bestselling book (see? optimistically putting it out there in the universe and visualizing it snapping back at me!).

When Kristin and I first met five or so years ago, her older daughter and my girls were in preschool together. We’d race to drop off, peel clinging kiddies off our legs (praying that they didn’t leave sticky jam hand prints on our work clothes), console one another that they’d surely stop crying 30 seconds after we left, and hop on the train or a cab to get to work on time, applying makeup in transit so as not to look like shit once we got there. Kristin was a high-octane litigator. (more…)

Woo-hoo!

Oh, you’d like to know what that is? Well, lemme tell you: It’s a brand new weekly tradition in the grand tradition of traditions. Every week on Friday (unless I forget, but I’m going to write it on my  hand so I don’t) I’m going to feature one of the fabulous Formerlies who sent in a pic of themselves declaring their Formerly and/or their Finally.

The first one is my friend Brenda, who doesn’t care to dye her hair to match her little blond children, who are friends with my little red-headed children. In fact, she’d never even heard of of the practice of shlepping your kids into your colorist, and asking him to cover your grays with something akin to what your children have, so you don’t stretch credulity too much. (Call it believably blond.) Brenda said she used to dye, but her grays didn’t retain pigment, so she just let it go. Too busy, too broke, and, frankly, whatevs. So: Formerly Blond, Finally Naturally Lovely.

I, on the other hand, will almost certainly deep dye my hair when I have more than the couple of grays I have now, even if I have to cut off Sasha’s beautiful strawberry blond locks and sell them to a wig maker to pay for it. Because that’s the kind of selfless mother I am.

PLEASE send me your Formerly/Finally pix, so I can keep the tradition traditional. Specs here!