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!
Hmm, may have mangled the title of that poem a bit. I’m thinking, of course, of Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison, which he wrote in — ha, for half a second I was about to write “1997” but nope, this one dropped in 1797. I studied this poem in university under a wonderful professor who approached the poetry of the Victorian era like a lesson in modern celebrity gossip. In particular, I loved her take on Coleridge and This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison, in which Coleridge, a Romance poet and philosopher afflicted with a debilitating hunchback, hangs back at home, morosely wandering about the titular lime tree bower, while his more able-bodied friends head out for an afternoon excursion in the country.
Physical limitations aside, Coleridge’s internal monologue is so unbelievably Eeyore-esque. That he’s the better poet, the more reasoned, thoughtful and compassionate man than his close frenemy, the likewise talented but undeniably gorgeous and immensely popular William Wordsworth, is totally besides the point – that surely because of his unfortunate physical affliction and what just HAS to be his own searing unpopularity, he’s been once again relegated to the kids’ table while Wordsworth gallivants across the countryside like a Victorian era rock star. It’s actually quite emo. You really feel for the man; can’t have been easy being the socially maladjusted bestie to the guy everyone wanted to be and/or shag.
These are not lime bowers. Boughs? Are bowers boughs that have been arranged into the shape of a, um, bower? I feel like we may have gone a bit snake-eating-its-own-tail here. They’re boughs. Of flowers. Not bowers. 😉
Neon roses. Neon leopard spots. The formerly white, now neon inside of your parents’ washing machine that time you tried at-home tie dyeing (holy crap, weren’t they pissed?!) I have no idea what this manicure is supposed to be! But I do know this has quickly become one of my favourite non-technique techniques – just grab a whole pile of bright colours and go abstractedly buck wild. Happy weekends, y’all, I hope they’re as delightfully fun and random as this mani.
Unlike virtually everything else in my life, I assure you that this manicure did not start out life in a Disney place. I KNOW. I didn’t know it was possible for me to not be yakking about Disney either, but — oh.
Anyhow, I was going for a neon-on-pastel-on-holo sort of floral look, which is definitely quite Pandoran in look, and I think I mostly (quite unintentionally) succeeded, although were I to attempt this design again, I’d do it over top of a dark purple or blue base polish, as opposed to this lovely, but detail-obscuring, lilac from Enchanted Polish.
And out in the sun, it looks like vintage wallpaper. So very shiny and sheen-y.
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. 🙂
Stretching my nail art legs a bit with this gilded floral manicure inspired by my 2018 journal. I love brights over top of a solid black creme like this, particularly with the addition of a little golden glitz.
Since about grade 6, I’ve kept a journal or diary or a planner of some fashion to organize both my day and my thoughts. Yet despite a proliferation of new journal “systems” – or perhaps in spite of them – I’ve never felt the need to compose my thoughts in anything more structured than a plain old notebook, or your basic yearly planner. As long as it has space for me to scribble down inspired blogging thoughts, random song lyrics and at what time I’m supposed to pick up my mom so we can go to the movies, we good.
But if it can be gorgeous while it’s doing all those things, so much the better! And this planner (from Orange Circle Studio) is beautiful, inside and out…but mainly out. 😉 I adore this vibrant succulent theme with its fine gold accents; it’s just a lovely book to have laying out and about. Doesn’t look too shabby on my nails either.
Holy motherforking shirtballs, that is a nice tie! Or that’s what I would be saying if this manicure was an actual men’s bow tie and not just the print of a fictional one worn by Ted Danson’s character, Michael, on The Good Place. I cemented my love of The Good Place with this manicure inspired by one of fashion plate Tahani’s dresses. Tahani possesses a vast and enviable wardrobe of colourful floral gowns; I could do a manicure a day for weeks and still not reach the end of her flouncy and floral.
And as it turns out, Michael, architect of The Good Place, is something of a clotheshorse as well – he wears more pastel than an Easter egg, and always caps off his outfits with a colourful printed bow tie. In a recent episode I watched Michael is wearing a smart floral tie bearing this fetching print; I liked it so much, I thought I’d turn it into a manicure. Now, how’s that about a bench? 😉