Sometimes, I’ll be in a mood, or sick; might be succumbing to the ennui or, even worse, le gripe; and then I’ll see something – often fashion-related – that makes me perk right back up to my usual effervescent self.

I happened upon the first, while in Austin, visiting my mom.  There, I was (as per usual) enlisted to take-out the garbage.  While tromping through the ancillary garage in which the garbage can is kept (along with hundreds of clove-scented candles, making it the most pleasantly aromatic garage, ever), I tripped over a serious pair of boots.  (Seriously, I tripped, then stumbled over the one stair, and fell across the floor, stopping only upon running into the previously mentioned garbage can.)

Now, rare is the round-toed, no-heeled boot that causes me to come together, on the spot; but as I picked-up the substantial rubber vessel, I noticed that it bore the iconic Cs that makes Chanel’s one of the most immediately recognizable logos, on the planet (especially if the planet you’re on bears the name Wynn or Bellagio or Rue Cambon).  And why not Chanel rain-boots?  (Meanwhile, don’t even try to pretend like you didn’t just secretly wonder -  even for a millisecond - what you’d look like in Chanel rain-boots.)

The other took place upon our return to Las Vegas, from Austin.  While looking for our driver, Jacob and I happened upon the most joyful looking lady I’ve seen in some time.  You knew she was here to get down to the business of having a good-time, and nothin’ was gonna stand in her way.  Trayci was all about the coordination.  From her feathered fuchsia earrings to her magenta mega-pumps to the hot pink comets on her trolley – she was good-to-go, b’okay?

Get into it!