Dance, hobbit, dance.

Honestly, I’ve been into Elijah Wood long before he was even the lamest, and arguably the least attractive, of our favorite four-foot friends. And I wasn’t into him because of his wooden acting, or because of his impish looks, or even because of how creepily he still looks about 14 at 25. No, I was into Elijah because I was fairly certain that when no one else was looking, he was doing this:

Seriously. Places like this exist.

I just came back from a weekend in the mountains, cavorting in a town full of the happily wealthy.  In fact, it was this town: 

Vintage Find of the Week

This week the vintage find is a lovely little 1940s pouch bag with bright flowers.  The flowers and celluloid frame give it an innocence and sweetness that would make any outfit playful.  The print itself would coordinate well with quite a few wardrobe options and the pouch style would look great casual or a bit dressier.  It’d look especially great paired with some brightly colored wedges.  And it still has its matching mirror case.  I’m in love.

Morbid but awesome!

I long ago decided I wanted to donate my body to science.  Hey, I’m dead, who cares if med students are cutting me up?

However, if I at some point change my mind, I want one of these. They’re environmentally friendly and FUN!  If I’m being buried abroad, I’d really like the Stars & Stripes one.  So some corner of a foreign field is forever totally, awesomely American.  I also quite like the box of wine.  I mean, I expect anyone at my actual funeral to be three sheets to the wind and laughing hysterically about all the good times anyway.  If they’re not, they’re not okay with that, they’re not allowed at the site.  Just sayin’.

“And the Empire will be defeated by Ewoks”.

My prayers have been answered. Thank you, Seth Green. Thank you.

I’m going to go dance to Fett’s Vette now in joyous thanksgiving.