My darling husband grew his nails out so I could paint them. So I did splatter paint. 

30 Day Writing Challenge

Like I need more on my plate, right? But I can’t help myself.

So there’s this blogger. Stephanie. She does some pretty dang awesome nails. And I just found out the other day she has a book blog too. How cool is that, right?

Oh! She’s the gal who told me about The Night Circus. Great book; you should check it out. I should probably reread it.

Anywho, let’s do this.

Day 1: List ten things that make you really happy.

  1. My husband
  2. Coming up with that perfect word/phrase/storyline/idea that’s just, well, perfect
  3. Gel eyeliner that’s not too thick and not too thin and stays put all day but comes off just fine with makeup remover–I’m looking at you, NYX Gel Eyeliner and Smudger
  4. Hiking
  5. Jabberwocky, my hiking stick
  6. Reading a really-good-to-tolerably-well-written book
  7. Body piercing
  8. Cold sheets when I go to bed
  9. Freshly shaved legs when I slide onto cold sheets in my bed
  10. Our kitty cats enjoying a good petting, with a little bit of kneading but not too much, and minimal drool because we have two serious spit factories

New Year, New Post

Let’s do the Daily Prompt, shall we?

If you could spend the next year as someone radically different from the current “you” — a member of a different species, someone from a different gender or generation, etc. — who would you choose to be?

Radically different? Maybe not so much. Hipper? For sure. But keep in mind, my teen years were in the nineties, so depending on your age, it’s possibly quite a different definition of ‘hipper.’

When I was twenty-two, I dyed my hair pink. It was hot pink for about a month, then I bleached it to a light baby pink. I loved that hair. It was against my employer’s dress code, but my manager didn’t care, so I got away with it.

I had a silver sequin dress that I loved–and looked pretty hot in. I wonder what happened to it.

I’d like to go back to that look, but keeping some of my current me.

I stopped biting my nails and have amassed quote the collection of polish, so I’d stick with that.

I follow a ton of makeup artists on Instagram and have become a pretty good hand at winged eyeliner, so I’d definitely stick with that as well.

As far as personality traits go, I’m okay with what I’ve got. I’ll just leave that bit alone.

So, bright hair, sparkly clothes, and pretty nails and makeup. That sounds good.

Or maybe I should go with wigs. That would save my poor hair.

What would you change?

Happy New Year to all!

Nail Polish Catch-up

I was thinking, I haven’t posted any pics of my nails in a while. Has anyone missed them? Ha, I didn’t think so. Here are some pictures anyway.

20121116-190729.jpg I tried a candy corn inspired design for Halloween, but I wasn’t feeling it, so I took it off.

20121116-190901.jpg These bloody nails came out much spookier, but I didn’t realize until now how crappy all the pics I got of them are. Sorry.

20121116-191419.jpg And today we have my fall color scheme design. The best part? I got the lines straight with my stupid hand as well!

Real post coming later, I promise!

Pictures Again?

Tonight I framed.


And I painted.


And because I got distracted last week, how to do newsprint nails:

1. Paint your nails light color and let dry thoroughly.
2. Tear a piece of newspaper into slightly larger than nail-size pieces.
3. Fill a shot glass or small bowl with rubbing alcohol.
4. Dunk one finger in the alcohol for five seconds.
5. Press a piece of newspaper onto your nail with a cotton pad soaked in alcohol for 5-10 seconds.
6. Repeat steps 4 and 5 until all your nails are to your liking.
7. Finish with a clear topcoat to keep the ink from smudging.

So you don’t have the same old picture to look at, my current nails instead of newsprint:



Of my nails.




Three things that make me happy:

1. Yelling ‘fore!’ when we drive past the practice range
2. Olive Garden salad
3. Fake mustaches–maybe that’s one of Ian’s happy things

20120721-203019.jpgSo now you know…with a mustache I look like Freddie Mercury.