Dear B: To Bareleg?

Dear B,

Since Easter's over and we're all springing into April, is it acceptable to lose the tights and go bare leg? My legs are super pale but I'm thinking it's now or never, right? HELP.

Lylas,
XXXXXX


Dear Barbara Walters,

With Easter came many a fashion tragedy, and while I tried to focus on the good book at Sunday service I found myself shivering at all the short dresses and bare legs. Why? Not because of the shining paleness or the bright colors - because there were plenty of Easter eggs out there - but because it was less than 60 degrees and everybody had visible goosebumps.

As for me and my limbs, I choose to go bareleg once it's warm enough out that I will remain happy and goosebump-free. Have a cute dress that's akin to the Grace Potter mini? Keep it safely in your closet until the warmer weather arrives. Don't waste a good outfit on the cold and cloudy.

And if all else fails, ask yourself if Connie Britton ('s hair) would wear that. Works every time.

xoxo-B

Sunday Prayers with B.

Today, just a few hours before the Grammys, we come together to pray for Kanye, Kim, their unborn child, the entire country of Brazil and mankind in general.

Let this be a lesson to us all.

xoxo-B

Sundays with Nut Muffin.

This afternoon a rare thing happened - I went to the mall, completely of my own free will. I had a couple free hours and was in dire need of whatever the clinique bonus would provide so off to fight the green hills moms I went. So after hitting up nordstrom and chatting up the adorable and very pregnant Jesse Baylin I was walking out, my faith in department stores regained, when it happened - I heard the only ex-boyfriend who I never ever (ever) want to see ever call my (full) name and walk over to me. I was thrown off and all around freaked out that he was there, then, carrying a book that looked like a large text kjv Bible and looking to chat. 

He gave his best attempt at small talk while I stood there thinking how incredibly thankful I am to be far removed from all of that and how even his hair screams elegant mess. I would compare it to a bad rom-com but I've never seen one where boy lectures girl about some banned book he special ordered while girl laughs in her head because she knows that means he used Amazon...all while in the middle of the perfume counters. 

You call it an awkward encounter, I say it's just another Sunday.

xoxo-B