I've gotten a whole bunch of questions these past couple of weeks along the lines of "What are you doing to your hair lately? Did you get extensions?"

And as much as I'd like to say either "I am a hairstyling genius" or "Oh, just #blessed"…the truth? I'm doing nothing. (Or at least nothing out of the ordinary; I've been using the same products as I usually do and curling it using this technique.) And if you get pregnant, you will also have to do nothing: you will just all of a sudden discover that your hair is PHENOMENAL. Why? Because your hair doesn't fall out nearly as much when you're pregnant, so you end up with about six times the amount of hair you're used to, and it's all shiny and thick and lovely from the prenatal vitamins. It's so much fun.

And then, just as you've started to settle in and get all "oh, this old thing?" about your phenomenal hair...

I just - like, last week - wrote a post about how I'm so glad that, as a society, we appear to have moved on from the crazy nail art thing that filled up my Pinterest feed with photographs of tiny little Tiffany boxes and twee cartoon characters painted onto fingertips.

Mostly because the idea of a time-and-labor-intensive beauty procedure that will immediately chip makes me sad.

But these designs - created by the manicurists at yesterday's (and today's) event at Grand Central, who are apparently Instagram stars thanks to their handiwork - are something else entirely. I mean...