I was wearing some pointy-toed cowboy boots that were a rather nasty shade of orange, halfway between the standard "mustard bottle" yellow and standard "ketchup bottle" red (this color actually comes up pretty often in my dreams for some odd reason). Sitting back with my feet up, someone made note of how ugly my boots looked and wondered why I'd pick such a color.
To explain, I got up and started doing a little tap-dance routine.
The tap-dancing heated up my feet, which made the boots turn darker red, so I could point to them and say, "Mood boots"
PS: In case that "If Lovecraft wrote Willy Wonky and the Chocolate Factory" wasn't enough: The NesQuik in the Darkness?