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"These are the clothes I went to bed in! I'm so untogether," says Gwyneth Paltrow, standing in her downtown Manhattan apartment sipping an organic juice she's just picked up at the Life-Thyme Natural Market in Greenwich Village. Her trademark blonde hair is scrunched into a messy, unbrushed ponytail, and her sky-blue eyes and milky-white skin are as clear as ever.
Get out! A ponytail that's both messy AND unbrushed? Wearing the clothes she slept in! How laid-back is Gwyneth? So laid back! (And regular!) Do you think she just forgot that Plum Sykes was coming over to interview her that morning?
On this cold February morning, between painting a clown face on her four-year-old daughter, Apple, and bouncing around with her two-year-old son, Moses ...
(And don't forget "picking up an organic juice at the Life-Thyme Natural Market in Greenwich Village")
... Gywneth didn't have time to change out of the extralong Juice Couture tank she slept in, so she just layered on top, adding skinny, dark J. Brand jeans, a black jacket by the Row, and well-worn Repetto ballet flats.
How spur-of-the-moment of her! Just flying by the seat of her skinny, dark J. Brand pants!
But seriously. I like Gwyneth, even though my friend Erin thinks she's a snab. (That's mid-western for Snob.) She's not a snab! She's just a devoted mother like me, trying to raise happy, well-adjusted children.
When asked if she ever wanted to "swap the diapers and broken nights for her old life of movie-star glamor," she says
"Not one time. I love it. I don't care at all. They barfed on me, they pooped on me, they spit up everywhere; I really don't care."
She lets her kids poop on her? That's so regular!
I love when celebrities try to impress us by being "ordinary." They're like, "You might be surprised to discover that I not only step into my (La Perla, limited edition, black label) underwear one leg at a time, but I pick my own wedgies, too. I love it! I don't care at all!"