Wear your heart on your lapel.
Don't we all have at least a tiny secret wish that we lived stylish, exciting lives in Paris? I know I do.
Who says that honoring death can't be cute?
Do you have the guts (to spill) to wear the hand of the king?
Set humor to ludicrous speed!
If you can't get away to scale the snowy peaks, you can at least wear them.
Ah, the tree is so serene and quiet and just enjoying the day. This is a lesson I could stand to learn today.
Sometimes you just want to be a fox with a bouffant, you know?