This very Earthy dry brush mani would have made a fine blogging addition to yesterday’s Earth Day festivities, had I not been otherwise indisposed via computer busted all to crap (technical term, “busted all to crap.”) I *might* read a lot into it happening on Earth Day, suggest it’s nature fighting back against our impersonal, technologically-dependent lives, except the Big Blue Screen of Death happened over a week ago. In the meantime, I spun my wheels a little. Or rather, I spun my wheels a lot. Turns out I’m way more technologically-dependent than I ever suspected!
Although these low tech nails might suggest otherwise – nothing more difficult here than the very forgiving dry brush technique in a handful of lush, jungley greens and aquatic blues. I’m positively in love with how the tiny bits of holographic glitter catch the light like the surface of tropical, sun-dappled waters. Happy belated Day, Earth!
Hi friends! To all who have been curious as to where I’ve buggered off to this week, I’ve been baby-sitting my computer. Sunday it Blue Screen of Deathed. Monday through Thursday it simply shut down and wouldn’t turn on for the simplest of assessments. It has now been running for the past 36 hours straight as I reinstall Windows, including over 200 language packs – Serbian Latin, very important to my everyday functioning, obviously. If I sound extra twitchy, it’s because I am. A watched progress bar never advances and all that.
In the boring meanwhile, thank you for sticking with me. And to all my new readers, welcome! There’s usually a lot more activity around here, as you will hopefully one day see. One day…
Loveliest of Easter weekends to you, friends. Being not so religious, as well as hailing from the kind of small, WASP-y family that does things like vacations in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, my Easter weekends typically involve travel and a whole lot of outlet shopping. Or they did when I was a kid; my mom and dad and I – “us is the flamily” – passing horse-drawn Amish buggies on the road, catching fireflies in the parking lot of the motel, buying ultra preppy oxblood penny loafers at the Bass outlet and scarfing endless plates of incredible fried chicken at the restaurant where the waitress didn’t even blink when I said I wanted mashed potatoes and gravy as all FOUR of my sides. Those were really great vacations. 🙂
But this Easter weekend I’m home, simply enjoying a few days off from what has so far been a rather busy April. Quite a few social events and a new-ish exercise regimen that keeps me hoppin’ like a bunny.
Speaking of, here are a few items guaranteed to put a spring – and THE Spring – into the Easter Bunny’s bounce. Remarkably, these are all things I pulled from around my apartment. I didn’t have to go rummaging in seasonal storage for anything. So when I was joking a month or so ago that it’s always Easter in my apartment, I guess I really wasn’t joking?!
My favourite speckled egg wreath makes another appearance here, alongside, on the left, some very cute little cracked egg votive candles, a neat stack of Peeps-scented wax tarts from Yankee Candle, an actual Peeps-shaped wax tart from The Bathing Garden in Keep Your Temper, and KB Shimmer’s Where My Peeps At, which is pure Easter in a bottle.
Then over on the right we have a gigantic, three-part Chick ‘N’ Mix bath bomb from Lush (there’s a cute little bicarbonate bunny inside the huge chick), a speckled wax robin’s egg from The Bathing Garden in Blackberry Fudge, a clutch of pastel Reflections markers, a wee little ceramic cupcake perfect for hiding tiny treasures, another Peeps-shaped wax tart from The Bathing Garden in Looking Glass, two frosted sugar cookies from London, Ontario bakery A Couple of Squares and a large glass jar filled with a half dozen hand-painted cardboard eggs. Hoppy Easter!
And what are we celebrating on this fine April Fool’s Day? My impending fourth decade of existence, in a couple weeks’ time, and that’s unfortunately no joke. Nobody likes getting older, except maybe six-year-olds. But tonight I’m going out with friends to celebrate in advance like adults, with roast beast by candlelight and something brown and bracing in a rocks glass. Seeing as I need a pretty manicure for that (or would merely like one) I think these eye-catching, colour-shifting nails will suffice!
Back when I started all this nail art business, the joke among my people was that the day I showed up with skulls and dangly unicorn pendants hanging from my fingertips was the day they could all ship me off to the funny farm for tacky nail artists.
Well, I’m pleased to say, friends, that that day has finally arrived! Truly, this manicure is just a dollar sign and a marijuana leaf away from total perfection. Okay, okay, so the unicorn isn’t dangling, but my shorter-than-most nails simply don’t allow for – yikes, this term always gives me the willies – nail piercing. But nail charms – especially super tacky ones gifted to me by my husband as a kind of inside joke – are most certainly allowed, even ones that span my entire nail and then some.
I particularly like that I’ve paired this hideous-looking skull and its misshapen unicorn buddy with one of the most high end polishes in my collection, Enchanted Polish’s gold-flecked Christmas in July. Life’s full of contrasts, my friends.
Geographic nails – excellent practice at keeping a steady hand with a detail brush, and a great excuse to just mess around with a bunch of pretty polishes, here OPI’s royal purple, Do You Have This Color in Stock-holm?, Essie’s orchid-hued Play Date and Sally Hansen’s warm pink, No Ifs, Ands, or Buds (am I the last person on earth to resist the Oxford comma? Here it is on my nail polish, for cripes’ sake!)
Another watery water marble, this time a beautiful, holographic, colour-shifting one inspired by the R.E.M. song Nightswimming. Extra pretty in the sun where of course holographic polishes do their very best work, but also so, so lovely in the shade – or at night – where you can really see the ever-changing bends and waves of the multi-chromatic polishes I also used. Enjoy your swim. 🙂