Well, isn’t this always just the way – sit down with a bunch of polishes and absolutely no firm idea in your mind of what you might like to do with them, and out the other side pops one of the best manicures you’ve done in ages. Must be a Friend of Murphy kind of situation (as in Murphy’s Law. I always call annoying, vaguely ironic happenstances (if you’re using the Alanis definition) that don’t fall under the banner of Murphy’s Law “Friends of Murphy.” I suppose they could also be relatives. This is very clearly a Maeve Murphy situation as it applies to nail art. You know, dear old Aunt Maeve with the manicures.)
I think this post may have gotten away from me a bit.
Anyhow, I really did just sit down with a pile of holographic polishes and no real idea of what to do with them, and an hour later this is what emerged. I don’t often do much colour blending in my manicures, as I find nail lacquer a really difficult medium to paint in – it wants to dry out so quickly, I often don’t have time for proper puttering and painting. But I gave it a whirl today, and I love the results.
Also makes for a very pretty wax paper palette. Just in case you’ve ever wondered, by the way, what kind of palette I use for my polishes, I use whatever’s handiest. For the longest time I used the front or back of old DVD cases. It was fun painting blobs of polish over top of Ben Affleck’s face. But these days I use a tiny square of wax paper, a system that’s working out just fine. Less waste, mostly, but also the polish seems to dry out not quite so quickly on wax paper as opposed to plastic, which is a definite improvement in my books. What a glimpse behind the magic! 😉
Know what this is, friends? A Sandra Lewrey original, and an early Christmas gift for my mom. You’d never know I’m nearly 41 years old with art skills like these!
No surprise that “real” is not exactly my thing (you need look no further than my nail art designs for abundant evidence of that) but these manatees look like they were drawn by a four-year-old! Which is appropriate, because I’m kind of feeling like a four-year-old. Because tomorrow morning my husband and I are once again leaving on a jet plane for all places Disney World, straight through Christmas and a little bit beyond.
And I’m feeling only-child wretched about it. Unbelievably excited, of course – oh my cats, we’re going to Disney for Christmas!!! – but also sad. Have, in fact, here on the eve of our flights, been crying for the better part of the evening. Before you (somewhat rightfully) declare me an epic wuss puss, allow me to say that I’m very close to my parents, and this will be the first Christmas in 40 years that we will not be together. I’m trying to be mature about it, but I actually like hanging out with my parents, and as much fun as I KNOW Mr. Finger Candy and I going to have, I also know I’m going to miss them terribly. Hence all the tears. I’ve actually gone the full ham and we’re watching The Christmas Toy, a Jim Henson production of the late ’80s about an unlikely friendship between a stuffed tiger toy and a catnip mouse that makes me SOB from start to finish.
The quasi-joke among our family this holiday season is that my husband and I are ABANDONING them, AT CHRISTMAS. Which we are. Might as well own up to it! So I made this painting for my mom of two manatees abandoning their family for the holidays. I’m the one with the bow. 🙂
Happiest of Christmases, friends. I will try to update this blog over the next week, but I’ve never blogged on the road before, and I’ve no idea what to expect. Also, you know I’ll be back at you with a complete rundown of the entire experience, in exhaustive detail! You’ll be begging me to stop telling you about the Star Wars fireworks and projection show at Hollywood Studios already. But until then, the merriest of merrys to you and yours, and warmest of wishes for a wonderful holiday.