… I know that I’m naive / Fellows I meet may tell me I’m sweet / But I willingly believe … —from “Sixteen Going on Seventeen”, The Sound of Music April 5th. C’est mon anniversaire, mes chéries! Quite excited; another year passed, and so many more to go. It’s quite fantastic, getting older. Birthdays are not reminders of physical aging (as so many women tend to think), but instead, a celebration of learning, loving, experiencing, failures, and successes – all of which help to pave the way for another year yet to come. A fresh start, so to speak. To head into the next year of your life. I’ve kept my age hidden since the start of La Couturier. In part because I rather enjoy the air mysteriousness entitled to a blogerette (so I’ve titled myself) – like a mask at a masquerade ball – in essence, it gives a sense of secrecy. At the same time, I yearned for anonymity, in the hopes that leaving my age covert would allow for my work, my writing, my ideas, my advice, etc. more credible and unbiased – sometimes age can lead to pre-judgement. And because I find it rather entertaining to read…