{High above Torino}

For some reason I never numbered these Happy Hour posts way back when I started them. Luckily, Wordpress had my back and automatically did it for me, otherwise I would have never known that today marks a whole whopping 150 Happy Hour posts. Can you believe it?! Because I sure can't! In fact, I can barely believe I've put together so many posts in general. Wildness I tell ya, wildness.

While I have plenty of favorite happy things from the last week (seeing my family, spending time in my hometown, new things I got for fall), I'm waiting to share those in another HH, because todayyyyyyy.....we're celebrating the big 1-5-0! And, of course, by celebrating I mean sharing a few favorites from Happy Hours gone by. Normally, I would celebrate with champs and sweets and all kinds of good things, but until I can physically figure out how to share those things on the great wide web, you and I are stuck with on-line walks down memory lane and virtual champagne toasts instead. These 15 favorites are mostly from the last year, because, let's be real, no one, not you or I, has time to go through 150 posts. Also, because my pictures from way back in the day are tragically awful so I'm basically doing you a favor and sparing you the agony of having to look at them. You're welcome.

I'll be signing off from the blog for the next few days to recharge and regroup as summer, sort of, comes to a close. Ok, ok. You caught me. It's really so I can play hooky and try to knock a few things off my end-off-summer list before I'm out of time. Who's with me?! Of course, without question, you know you can still keep up with me on good ol' social until I'm back with brand new content next Tuesday. Hope you all enjoy these last few days before the long weekend and have a happy Labor Day weekend!

{When I dressed like some sort of cow-girl-meets-flower-girl and my brother and I were much younger, but he so sweetly picked me this bouquet of flowers. The ages and outfits (thankfully) have changed, but his kind and thoughtful gestures have not.}