Riveting, to be sure! But actually, yes, I just spent quite a bit of time updating my About page so it reads less like a bulleted ransom note and more like an invitation to explore this blog’s offerings and the blogger behind the babble. 🙂 Metaphorical exploration, that is! Trust me, this is definitely NOT me setting out my cybersex shingle. Hmm, I think this paragraph might have gotten away from me a bit. 😦
Anyhow, if you’re at all interested in getting to know the mind behind the manis, I offer myself up. Ack, but not like that! Not like offer-offer, just that — actually, you know what? I think this is just going to be one of those days when everything that comes out of my mouth is loaded sexual innuendo designed to get a rise out of someone, so I’m just going to choke this off right now and — dammit.
I’m quite glad I did this manicure, inspired by an old beaded ring I recently dug out of jewelry box purgatory, earlier in the week, before I suffered one of those dumbass injuries that smarts like the dickens, leads to the temporary uselessness of at least a couple of limbs and leaves you rightfully questioning the life decisions that led up to this moment. Like the decision to try to brute force my refrigerator out of its nook without realizing that it was quite firmly caught on something. Or the decision, once I noted that it was quite firmly caught on something, to try to HULK it up and over the obstruction, like I was The Rock’s friggin’ weenie Canadian cousin or something. I think you can see where this is going.
Which would be straight on through to Dumbass Injury Land, where I’m now sitting in quite uncomfortable forearm agony. Yes, my FOREARMS. Two days on and I still can’t register any sensation in my hands, wrists or forearms other than pain. I can’t form a tight fist without sort of feeling like I’m about to pass out. Typing this has proven to be a rather exquisite form of torture!
Anyhow, super glad I got this one done before I succumbed to my own idiocy. Seriously kids, don’t try to dead lift your large appliances; it will not end well.
Right, so this manicure was inspired by this ring I bought, oh, 20 or so years ago from a designer who worked and sold out of the Byward Market Building in Ottawa, Ontario. I add that detail because I cannot remember her name and I don’t believe she’s even working out of Ottawa any more; her booth in the Market Building disappeared many years ago (but if anyone knows of her name, please hit me up!) I’ve actually got quite a few of her pieces, and they’re all weird, colourful and maybe just a little bit too much. Wait till you see the beaded choker I’ll hopefully be able to show to you in a few days’ time once any sensation other than pain has returned to my forearms. Until then, as always, nail art!
Never actually been into Hendrix (so random, very tiresome) but I am into these nails, which technique-wise, are way outside my usual. In that there is an identifiable technique at work here – two of them, actually, sponging and striping tape – instead of my usual free-handed approach. I like the precision, even if I think there needs to be more of those cool holo-striped beams. And perhaps a change in colour, something a bit more vibrant that won’t merge quite so seamlessly with the silver base polish I used here, ILNP’s ultra holographic Mega.) Maybe pink? You know, like the long lost Jimi Hendrix song, Pink Haze. 😉
Happy Canada Day, friends! Because it’s hot as beaver balls in my neck of the Canadian woods (hotter and more humid than Orlando, Florida, whose summer weather I’m convinced occupies its very own circle of hell) I am celebrating this
national drinking day holiday indoors, as close to my air conditioner as humanly possible. I see a lot of Trailer Park Boys in my immediate future, as well as the possibly ill-advised plan, given the humidity, to have a roast turkey dinner at my parents’ house tonight, because apparently we are masochists (or are we? My parents’ house boasts some very nice central air, and I think there’s no foodstuff more Canadian than gravy; we will put it in and on anything, including, but not limited to, toasted sandwiches, fries and cheese curds, and pizza.)
I didn’t do any new nail art to commemorate the 1st this year, but I thought it would be fun – and, let’s face it, easy! – to look back at these Canada Proud manicures I’ve done over the years. They feature a wide range of beloved Canadiana, from Timmy’s and 50s, to traditional maple leaves (not to be confused with the Maple Leafs) and the almighty beaver. Happiest of days, Canadian pals!
Finger Candy Gets a .ca
Trailer Park Mustard Tiger
Beaver or Dog?
Mr. Dressup’s Tickle Trunk
Or: When Good Ideas Go Stupid! So here’s how this mani was supposed to play out. First, paint on a starry night background. Then, using a dotting tool, randomly dot on white polish for your “fireflies.” Once dry, top the white polish with neon yellow polish. Now your fireflies are glowing! Then, using a detail brush dipped in acetone, apply a bead to the top of each neon yellow dot. What’s supposed to happen next is the acetone spreads out, taking a bit of that neon yellow polish with it, depositing it in a sort of glowing corona of light around your dotted-on fireflies. I’ve seen this technique used multiple times in various tutorials, and they always make it seem like it’s just the easiest thing in the world to accomplish.
But guess what? It totally wasn’t! Oh sure, the actual nail art-ing part went fine, but when it came time to drop that little bead of acetone onto my nails, it stayed resolutely put, burning a neat little hole through each of the dotted-on fireflies, straight down to the base polish. In desperation, I finally began dunking my detail brush into acetone and then into the neon yellow polish in an attempt to create a kind of neon yellow wash to encircle the fireflies. And that’s where I left it! I don’t think these nails are great, and the technique as described is not one I’ll be returning to, but hey, the more you know, right?
I know these nails are quite random and a bit mental, but perhaps so is the basis for which I drew inspiration for this manicure – a favourite pair of workout pants. Or rather, a favourite print on A pair of workout pants; the actual pants themselves are oddly cut and don’t look a thing like their photo on the website, so bit of a bust, that, even though I still wear them all the time. I really love the print, though – all of those tightly packed polka dots, the overlapping designs and the bold mix of colours, a should-be-incongruous mix of light grey, red, sky blue, black, charcoal grey and neon yellow, lend these pants a very comic book sort of look. It’s a very zippy pattern, which is key – I’ll take all the zip I can get when it’s treadmill time.
Rainbow multi-chrome styles.
I’ve actually never seen the Northern Lights. Supposedly they’re periodically visible in my neck of the eastern Ontario woods (literally; the Gatineau Hills are staring at me from directly across the Ottawa River) but never have I ever. I’ve also visited the way-up-north of the Great White North, Nunavut, home to little else but
mile upon mile kilometer upon kilometer of endless sky, and still no Northern Lights. I also didn’t see a polar bear, but for that I’m more grateful than disappointed (not for lack of hype; when I stepped off the plane in Iqaluit, the very first thing I saw was a poster advising me to please NOT feed the polar bears. Hey man, done and done – you don’t need to tell me twice!)
So, one of these days. But for now, nails. 🙂