faces

If socks really did have faces, what do you think they'd want to talk about?

So I know sometimes we all say something is too cute to eat, but honestly, do we mean it? No. At least I know I don't. But these, honestly, for reals, are just way way too cute to eat. I would like to find a way to dry and varnish them so they never ever change.

Don't worry, I didn't forget where you stopped reading! Look, follow my lightning bolt, there! That's the spot!

Easter is coming up and man oh man are there some super cute foods out there! You could eat super cute bunnies and chicks and eggs every meal for a week! Start with breakfast of course, these pancakes are perfect with no syrup!

At first I was kinda grossed out by the weird tumor lumps on top of these donuts and then I saw that they are kitty ears and I squeed. True story!

Available at Paperchase http://www.paperchase.co.uk/pantry-peepers/pantry-peepers-fine-porcelain-mug-in-box/invt/00477635/ ($7.50)

Via: Super Cute Kawaii http://www.supercutekawaii.com/2010/09/paperchase-for-everyone/

Eat what's inside me!

So stoic, these coconut snowmen. So brave, so loving. I'll free you from your chilly prison! Meet my tongue, your new best friend.

Now that Christmas is over, Rudolph and Clarice have time to settle down and work on that romance we've witnessed. They've really got stars in their eyes, haven't they?

Wait, is the one eating brains the work key or the locker? Or is that the bullet wound? Zombies, you're so confusing!

Available at: SparklesNGlitter http://www.etsy.com/listing/61476217/kawaii-peas-in-a-pod-necklace ($15)

It's nice to record what happened in a day, but we all know the most important thing to know is overall how the day made you feel. Succint, simple, graphic, this calendar only records the most basic and crucial information.

Grilled cheese and tomato soup are the perfect pair!

I choose you!

Good moooooorning kitchen! Thank you for being so friendly and preparing my breakfast for me. Wait, you didn't cook? You're just grinning smugly at me? Ugh, I hate mornings.

Pick your poison, pal.