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?
Well, would you look at that – nail art for the second day in a row, just like I promised yesterday! I probably shouldn’t be quite so excited about just honouring a rather easy-to-hold promise, but as I mentioned, oh, months ago now, I’ve been having a lot of difficulty motivating myself in the direction of my nail art supplies, so this really is quite an accomplishment. Today I’m featuring a simple gum ball-type design, quite easy – just dots made with a dotting tool and a handful of rainbow-hued polishes – but still very striking. Actual candy for these fingers. 😉
That’s a thing, right? Well, if it’s not, I’m making it a thing! And so the merriest of Mardi Gras to you, friends. Thought I’d do up some festive nails in the traditional colours of the season, extra heavy on the dots to mimic all those cute beaded necklaces. From me to you, may all your good times roll. 🙂
Too much? Or bowhere near enough? 😉 The start of 2018 seemed to call for a whole lot of mani, and what’s more than glittery gold and giant, rhinestone-studded nail charms? Happiest – and glitteriest – of starts to the new year, friends.
*Cymbals crash, man coughs uncomfortably, single baby begins sad-crying*
Okay, I’ll see myself out now!
Keep your eye on this frighteningly fun Halloween mani or it’ll keep its eye – or eyes, plural – on you. 😉
Like most Ontario kids who were born in the 1970s and came of (childhood) age in the 1980s, I watched A LOT of The Polka Dot Door. A production of TV Ontario (holy crap, when’s the last time you saw that name?) The Polka Dot Door was a children’s television show for the seven and under crowd that featured host-led songs and skits and play-acting, and this nutso recurring character by the name of the Polkaroo. The conceit of the Polkaroo was that the male half of the girl-boy hosting duo would step out for a moment to perform some mundane errand – nip on down to the store for more apples, take out the trash, replace the broken round window in the actual polka dotted door. Anything to get that guy out of there (toward the end of the show’s run, I remember thinking they had run out of things he just had to do right that very minute, because they were just, like, “Oh, him? Um, he’s in the can!”) Anyhow, a few moments after the male host stepped out the door, the Polkaroo magically appeared. And the Polkaroo was pure nightmare fuel – weird, saggy, baggy plushie body, garish colours, inability to say anything other than “Polkaroo!” I think he was supposed to be a polka dotted kangaroo, but I just thought he was tacky.
And also CLEARLY the dude half of the hosting team, because after the Polkaroo had blundered about for a bit, knocking things over, pissing off the female host and then learning an invaluable lesson about teamwork, he’d clear out and the male host would sweep back in, all “WhadidImiss?” and the music would hit this “wah-wahhhhhh” cue and the female host would look on in indulgent exasperation.
I really liked The Polka Dot Door – it was one of the better early childhood morality and socialization nudgers of the time – but the Polkaroo never sat well with me, I think because I knew I was being talked down to. And just because it came with a little wink didn’t lessen the sting of feeling like adults were having one over on me. Kids – they don’t like to be made to feel like dummies any more than you do!
Anyhow, these polka dotted nails, in a range of Fall-perfect holos, got me thinking about The Polka Dot Door, so that’s how we wound up with this post that has nothing to do with the manicure at hand (and on my hand.) That a good enough tangent for ya?! Tangentialicious! And Polkaroo!