Happiness Is

What? Well, it is.

Happiness Is a Pair of Retro Summer Heels

I am loving these so. Maybe it's the thought of the kind of weather that would accompany me as I wore them - No ice allowed. No gusty Chicago winds either (TIMMMMBERRRRR!). Or maybe there's something vaguely reminscent about them. I'm getting flashes of playing dress-up, actually. If splurging wouldn't take kibble out of the dog bowl and I wasn't worried about looking a little more hobbling hooker than hip, I might just go there. As it is, I think I'll stay right here in my two point fives.

Meep!

Awe, shucks. Something tells me this guy gets what he wants.

thx allcreatures

Happiness is a Marquee Ampersand

Obviously. I mean, oversized ampersand & bulbs, oh my! I'm glad I have neither the industrial loft space to display it nor $175 to waste on it. Because something tells me it's a character from a sign that would tell people I'm crazy. As in... well... "this girl's crazy & you might wanna stay away unless you like crazy." Which reminds me of my longstanding theory that every girl is a little crazy and every guy is a little clueless. This theory tends to offend girls more than guys, but personally I think crazy is a little underrated.

Lurve

I live for this shit. I tried to embed this vid last week, to no avail, but now it's a go. If you haven't already stumbled upon it fifty other times this week and need your heart warmed a few degrees (if only it would work for my toes), then check it.

Speaking of my thawing toes (I had to go there), they were in so much pain during this morning's negative 30 commute that I couldn't help but feel very sad for those unfortunate people who get lost and stranded on mountaintops (or under overpasses). The feel of a few measly frozen toes was almost unbearable, so just imagine the frozen ascent into the rest of the body... agonizing! I hereby add "freezing to death" to the long list of ways I really never wanna go out.

Beaming in Blooms

Aw, this guy looks so happy. I would be too if I was him. But I'm me, here in the winter of my discontent. You know it's bad when an upcoming forecast of mid-twenties makes my heart go all a flutter with anticipation. And that's all I'm going to say about the weather. Because... well, I have more important things to think about and say and... do with my... time. Did I mention it's negative 7? And my own dog refuses to step paw outside?

photo c/o ffffound.com

Happiness is a Pair of Stove-Warmed Boots

The superficial and fleeting variety. The kind that wanes after a blister forms or you accidentally wear them a few times during rainstorms and/or blizzards, and the ends turn an unfortunate water-stained shade of salty white.

But still worth it I daresay. They're adorable, have a perfect heel height, and aren't all that expensive compared to some of Anthropologie's wears.

Happiness is a Lacquerware Cupcake

Or nine of them in every available color from Rose and Radish. P.S. They're totally affordable.