Tag Archives: Things that make me happy

Old frocks for the old gal.

Someone’s fella got her the gift of vintage shopping for her birthday.

Guess who's going to be a '50s housefrau for Halloween this year?

A week or two back, I wandered into this little consignment shop on Hope Street called Act II on my way home from class. Now that I’m officially a poor grad student, I’m relegated to the role of window shopper, and that was all I was planning to do; it’s rare I find something in a shop that I really love and that fits and flatters me, so I mostly just visit because I love poring through the cool old clothes.

But, as the fates would have it, on this day of no-exceptions window shopping, I found two–yes, two–perfect dresses in my size. One was Audrey Hepburn via 1964; the other was Mary Tyler Moore during her old TV series. Both were given to the store by the same classy lady who conveniently seems to share my measurements, fashion sense, and, ah, shortness.

I was a good girl and put them back on the rack, but I did enough yapping when I got home that my fabulous manperson brought me to the shop this afternoon to pick out my birthday present. Sweetness! The two dresses had been sold (cue sadness), but the two lovely ladies working there got behind my birthday story and threw every other cute-vintage-short-person dress they could find at me until I tried this one on and fell in love.

The blurry iPhone shot really doesn’t do it justice. It’s an absolute beauty, with a sweet little bow belt and a full double skirt. And, just like the other dresses that my anonymous benefactor gave to the shop, it fits perfectly.

The only thing better than a beautiful vintage dress is a beautiful vintage dress that fits you beautifully, too.

(Yey!)

collected

The number of teacups that I own has officially reached a point at which it can be called a collection.

Some might argue that teacups are a bad thing for a clumsy person to collect. These people would meet the wrath of my shaking fist.

My most recent poopsies.

A few of my favorite things

Oh, hi, rosemary caramel and whiskey truffle and calvados ganache and...

things that make me happy, #88

At the student-run campus coffee shop, every thirteenth drink is free. Today was my free drink day.

This means that, instead of getting my usual green tea, I get a soy chai latte. Huzzah!

(Carita once hypothesized that, since our tea refills cost the shop nothing more than a tea bag, they were making more money on the $.65 teas than the $3 chais, and that, therefore, we weren’t fleecing them by getting a fancy drink on our free days and the cheap ones when we were paying for them. I quite like this theory, despite suspecting the legitimacy of the conclusions it draws.)

things that make me happy, #11

Working from home in my pajamas on a day when “work”=writing up an interview I did with a physics student about his project on possible causes of the universe’s accelerated expansion. (That’s right, bitches. That shit’s expanding faster than before, not slower like all your high school teachers told you.)

Physicists are my favorite science nerds. By a long shot.

things that make me happy, #38

When I walked into the on-campus coffee shop this morning before work, “What the Snowman Learned about Love” was about a minute in, right at the point when the overblown sythesizer bit fades away into, like, the prettiest song ever.

I can’t think of a sweeter melody to start your day with.

Things that make me happy, #76

When I’m baking and realize I just happen to have all the ingredients to try a recipe that’s way cooler than the one I had originally planned to use.