No, I am not hopelessly optimistic. In fact, my optimism is based on being a realist. Take that!
They say happiness is not something you look for; it just happens. Something at the tail end of something else. Like the tingle of heat that runs through your body waking up to the morning sun. Even then, it remains unnameable.
Of course, there is the color yellow. Mustard yellow in the case of these thrifted carpenter's pants by a relatively unknown Italian brand. Yes, I know the knee stitches indicate that they were made for a taller guy, but does that guarantee happiness? LOL.
First I thought I should keep the sleeves in, but I think the stripes have a way of further taming my "happy pants", besides the fact that they are naughtily nautical. 2nd LOL.
Henley, Zara; jacket, Izzue; old belt: Giordano; jeans, crochet sandals, and scarf: all thirsted
Photos by Patricia Suzara