Totally A Fan Of Nudeness.

Totally. I will totally go nude.

As long as the "nudeness" consists of "nude" colors, and not me actually having to bare flesh. I love this nude look on the Duchess of Cambridge...

But, many others loved this look too. Which is why you can't get the dress online at Reiss anymore. (Wish I still lived in Boston. I could just pop over to the store on Newbury and see if they have it!)

I think the safest way to go nude, though, is with your shoes. A nude color helps elongate your legs, whether you are wearing flats or heels. And right now, in particular, I love these nude sandals...

They are the Yves Saint Laurent "Tribute" sandal in nude.

Amazing. Love.

How Old Is Too Old To Go To Law School?

I have absolutely no interest in going to law school. But last week someone told me I was "too old" to go to law school. Those were their exact words... "You can't go to law school. You're too old."

Now, maybe I should give you some context around how this comment came about... So that you don't think someone just came up to me out of the blue and said I was too old to do something.

Another person, whom I had just met, told me I had the personality to make a good lawyer.

"Ever think about going to law school?" they asked me.

"Hell-to-the-no," I said. "I love sticking up for the under dog when deserved. And I know how to make a great argument for anything. But law school? Books? Classes? That ain't for me."

They then told me I should rethink pursuing journalism, my first love. I said I would think about it, but made no promises.

When I was relaying this conversation to someone else a few hours later, I got to the part where my new acquaintance had mentioned that I would make a good lawyer.

"You're too old to go to law school now," they said.

I didn't have a comment back for them. I just walked away.

Too old?

I'm 34. What about my age makes me incapable of going to school and learning something new? Answer: NOTHING!

I will freely admit that what DOES make me incapable of going to law school and learning something new is my LACK OF FUCKING DESIRE to do it. But my age?

Wish I had had a better comeback at that moment than my silence. I just wasn't expecting that reaction to the story.

Antisocial Or Avoiding Vampires?

All throughout my life.... People have told me I seem a bit "antisocial." And I get it. Totally, I do.

I am the person who often prefers to stay home then go out with everyone else. I will work long hours rather than take off to go do something fun and relaxing. I never answer my phone unless I know who is calling. (I prefer email to the phone.) And I never answer my front door on the first ring or knock, unless I am expecting someone to stop by.

But I have never seen myself as "antisocial." I do like the company of others. And I am one of the nicest people you will ever meet. I am friendly and genuine.

So what's my deal, then? Why does it seem like I prefer my own company to that of others?

Put simply... Being around other people takes a lot of energy for me. I am the type of person who is like a sponge. Whatever energy others are working in, I feel it. And even if it is happy energy, it drains me after a little while. And I need time to myself to get away and decompress.

In extremity, there are some people I have encountered in my life whom I simply have to limit my time with. Their energy is just TOO draining on me. I call them "energy vampires." I haven't learned how to interact with them while blocking the draining feeling. I haven't figured out how to set-up boundaries with them. So I just avoid them.

I'm no Bella Swan. I can't shield vampires from reading my thoughts or using their powers on me whilst still enjoying their company.

So, I'm not "antisocial" because I don't like people. (I very much like people!) I am just too "sensitive" and easily overwhelmed.

Healthy Dish For The Weak: Fiddleheads.

Only by request... I am posting a recipe for a seasonal vegetable that I had for dinner.

Fiddleheads.

Ingredients:

• 10 ounces of fiddleheads, washed and with the brown edge of the stem cut off
• 1 small red onion, sliced into long strips
• 2 tsp olive oil

Instructions:

1. Boil some water in a pot.
2. Drop rinsed fiddleheads in and let cook for a minute.
3. Drain fiddleheads and rinse with COLD water.
4. Heat oil in saute pan.
5. Throw onion in and cook for three minutes.
6. Toss fiddleheads in and cook for another five minutes.

And you're done. I don't use salt in this. But I did add a pinch of crushed red pepper towards the end of the cooking.

They taste like Spring!!!

Guilty Pleasure: StyleLikeU.

Over the past few months, when I have time to spare to watch them, my guilty pleasure has been to peruse StyleLikeU for their closet tours.

I love peeking into the fashion of other people. Do a blog post on what's in your closet, and I most certainly will read it. StyleLikeU offers photos, but the gold is the videos they produce. They interview everyday creative people, as well as the more well-known.

It's inspirational to hear others describe what's in their closet, as well as how they interpret their personal style.

Here is my most recent favorite one... Andrea Mary Marshall. She lives in NYC. She is an artist. She does some interesting and self-reflective art. And I love her clean and sophisticated style.

Andrea Mary Marshall for Stylelikeu.com from StyleLikeU on Vimeo.

Dior Nirvana.

Wearing this new color, I would certainly be in an idyllic place, beauty-wise...

"Nirvana" by Dior.

It makes sense that Dior would be responsible for Nirvana.

Vay-Cay-Shun.

"Please make sure you don't check your email this time."

This is what my boss and a few co-workers said to me today, before I left the office. I leave for a vacation in Phoenix tomorrow. Just a quick one, though. The Husband and I are going to a resort and finally meeting my new nephew.

Looking forward to the warm weather... And sunshine. We haven't had a whole lot of that here in Canada lately.

I will try my best to honor the wishes of work people. But usually I can't stay away from the email. My trigger finger starts to itch, and before I know it, I am logging onto webmail. But I do have some plans booked to hopefully keep me busy so I won't even try to log on. Tomorrow evening I am meeting with an astrologer... And then I have a scrub and massage on Thursday.

It would also be good to finally catch up on my sleep.

My Intern, Flat Stanley.

For the next few weeks, I have an intern.

His name is "Flat Stanley."

Flat Stanley hails from the Long Island area originally. He just finished up his Freshman year at Boston University, where he is majoring in Marketing. He is spending the next few weeks with me as my personal assistant and intern for college credit.

Normally, I don't bother learning anything about interns, because, well, they're interns. So who cares? But Flat Stanley was insistent that I understand his favorite color is blue and that his favorite food is "potato."

I'm assuming that means that he will eat anything made of potatoes. So I shall recommend he try out Smoke's Poutnerie before he leaves Toronto and goes back to Long Island for the Summer.

However, I am insisting we do some shopping, stat. His clothes are fine for non-work exploring. But they will not do in the office or when traveling with me. I need my interns to be impeccable.

Louis Ghost Chair.

I love the Philippe Stark "Louis Ghost Chair" from Kartell.

The Husband does not.

Therefore, if I purchase one of these beautifully molded chairs, it will not go anywhere that he will get to enjoy it.

It will be mine. All mine.

My Favorite Season.

Spring has finally arrived here in Toronto, finally. The proof?

Coral Peonies...

My absolute favorite flower. And they are finally available across the street at the inexpensive florist.

Bohemian Punk.

In my mind, I like to think I am a super sophisticated woman... Just like the Duchess of Cambridge.

My hair is shiny and straight. I always wear heels. I look amazing and polished in everything I wear. And my clothes are cut sleekly but comfortably. My nails are well-kept, with long willowy fingers. I am always on top of everything I do and completely confident.

However, the fantasy is always much different than reality.

As much as I would love to be super-sophisticated with my style... I am actually quite a "gypsy soul" with my style.

I am always wandering from one project or thought to the next. My hair is long and naturally wavy, because I can't be bothered to spend an hour to straighten it like I did in my early 20s. My nails are a wreck because of the tying and yoga-ing I do. I wear jeans most days with bohemian tops. And I always wear flats.

When I go out shopping, I have a knack for flocking directly to anything eyelet, whimsical or punk-ish. And here is what I am currently eyeing...

Gladiator-style Choos!

I certainly won't be buying this. It's a McQueen bag, perfect for toting around all the crap I tote around each day. But I still love it and had to share.

A lovely long white tunic (I actually do have this!) from Anthropologie. Paired with a belt, this is perfect for summer.

I have about a half dozen blouses in my closet that have this same exact essence. Flowy... Soft... And either black or white.

I have this blouse too, only in noir.

I guess I do have a "uniform." And it's totally the opposite of what my imagination would like to be. Time to openly embrace it, I guess!