Before I begin today, I would just like to say thank you! to everyone who commented on my last post, both here and on Facebook. The warm support you all showed was incredibly touching, and my enthusiasm is renewed after months of bloggy ennui. Again, thank you so much.
So, without further ado…
When Darling Daughter boomeranged back home in April, she brought her favorite hobby along (a fair trade, since she had to leaved her beloved kitties behind – I’m allergic).
Well, first, you have to understand something about us both. I’m not really a “girly girl” – makeup and clothes and hair and jewelry et al has never interested me all that much (the one exception to this is shoes…I definitely have a thing for shoes). Oh, I make sure I’m clean, neat and presentable when I leave the house; my clothes fit me well, both physically and emotionally, but “business casual” is about as dressy as I get and my hair lives in a perpetual ponytail; I have neither the time nor the inclination to futz with a ‘do every day.
Darling Daughter, on the other hand, is far more girly than I. She loves clothes and makeup and shopping. (She also loves action films, video games and Ru Paul’s Drag Race, but that’s neither here nor there.) She also loves nail polish.
DD is what my friend Lisa would immediately peg as an “artsy cousin” – I am a Sturdy Gal if there ever was one – and the young woman has flair and style I’ll never be able to achieve, at least with my person (the kitchen is something else all together). Her fingers, more than anything else these days, is her avenue of expression for this flair and style.
Behold, the Ever Changing Manicure:
Might I point out she’s got talent? While she has an amazing bag of tricks – and more nail tools than I ever would have believed existed – the bee, flag, flowers and roses are all hand-painted. And look at the marbling on the accent nail in the last photo! Not easy to achieve, believe me.
At any rate, after four months of bi-weekly awesomeness I finally let her give me a manicure.
A nail biter in my youth, I wore acrylics for years as an adult, only abandoning them about two years ago after becoming finally weary of the maintenance. They were never very long and I always sported a simple French manicure (it goes with everything). Once I ditched the fakes, I kept my real nails neatly and sensibly trimmed and filed; no fuss, no muss and it makes working with fondant and gum paste so much easier.
After being, er, persuaded to do something with my unassuming nails, I bought a bottle of OPI Nail Envy and let them grow out just beyond my fingertips. Finally, last night as Darling Daughter removed the Bee’s Knees mani – one of my absolute favorites – and added a sky blue polish with fluffy white clouds and red, heart shaped balloons, I let her do mine.
Obviously, she has the whole “posing our hands to show off our manicure” thing down far better than I, to say nothing of the gasp of, “Mom! We REALLY should have done something about your cuticles before you took that pic!” But hey – we’ve already established I don’t pay a whole lot of attention to things of this nature.
I doubt I’ll have a new manicure twice a week from here on out; for one thing, DD has a job and a very active social life – she has far better things to do with her time than make sure Mom’s nails are painted. Then there’s the simple fact that there’s a reason my nails are pink with mint polka-dots – those are the most subdued polishes in her ever-expanding collection. I’m sorry, but I’d NEVER be able to rock that ‘Murica! mani the way she did, although the rose one is more or less up my alley, sans glitter. No, I suspect most of the time, I’ll keep them neat and covered in a coat or two of the Nail Envy (that stuff really does work), and let her give me something cute when we’ve both got the time and wherewithal. When she does, I’ll make sure and post it.
And who knows? I might surprise even myself with something gold and glittery red at the holidays.