Yesterday I took a box from a shelf and accidentally cut/scraped my wrist deeply on the shelving unit. Sunday I gave myself a second degree burn. Saturday my own fingernail cut me and drew blood. Today I woke up to discover an inexplicable bruise on my other wrist, the one that wasn't already injured.
Can I have an outfit made of bubble wrap? People keep saying I need one and I agree. I think it would look good on me, plus, with all that plastic, it's bound to help me slim down just like wrestlers do, only I will not have to wrestle anyone afterwards.
During all of this, I have picked out three different colors of Butter London that I want. Here they are.
Who am I kidding?
I finished two knitting projects this weekend. I did this to avoid working on a special project. I am making a shirt that is the Maurauder's Map from Harry Potter. Mostly I am making it to have a shirt that literally IS the Marauder's Map, or would be if my Hogwart's letter had ever come and I had learned to enchant things. But it didn't and I haven't. I was inspired by this project I saw on Pinterest, but since I have no desire to wear a short dress or reveal my décolletage, I instead purchased a men's work shirt, tea-dyed it, and am painstakingly reproducing different panels of the Marauder's Map all over it. This will be my Halloween costume until I die. Also it will mean I can go to (potentially) a comic con or maybe someday (if I am lucky), Leaky Con, with people who are in full costume without looking as though I 1) do not belong or 2) am not normal enough to be allowed out in public with the rest of the population. I am weird enough as it is. I don't need to give anyone a real reason to put me in an institution.
I mean, I am a danger to myself (see paragraph one). We don't need to give the men in white coats a REAL reason to lock me up. There's no yellow wallpaper here. Everybody's nice and stable. Ish.
I'll have pictures of the Marauder's Map shirt, too. And then you will all stop making fun of me for creating a hugely intricate Harry Potter costume (because it will be too cool to mock) and for being a cosplay girl, because when you see it, you will realize it does not count as cosplay. It isn't cosplay if you can take off a layer and you are no longer in costume, the same way as a rubber mask or wearing vampire teeth with your normal street clothes does not count as a Halloween costume.
Really, I will me mortified to even wear my Marauder's Map shirt. But I am trying to be brave and to try new things. It's hard. I figure since this is Harry Potter, I will be able to cope with it better and maybe avoid having a panic attack on my doorstep and running back inside to change. Maybe. Wish me luck.
I also want everyone to know that this exists:
If you know me well, you know why it matters to me. (Hint: it is only partly due to Tom Hiddleston.) Really, if you take anything from this blog post, let it be the image of Tom Hiddleston wearing the best of all accessories, the headlamp. Gosh, I love headlamps. (Also Tom Hiddleston, but not in a creepy way.)
Showing posts with label nail polish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nail polish. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
It Is Possible to Fangirl Nail Polish
I'm at home, doing laundry against my will, and thinking that it would be great if I could just buy another Butter London color, or maybe 12 more, and then line them all up in a row and look at them for a while.
I'm actually regretting not having extra fingers or toes, just so I have more of an opportunity to use this nail polish. I was even tempted to begin a board on Pinterest dedicated only to their nail polish colors, and I HATE when people pin nail polish and manicure pins. Those things gross me out, usually. But Butter London is so pretty, and so perfect, that I actually want a nail polish board.
Fingernails are still gross.
But Butter London is the opposite. Butter London is perfection in a tiny bottle. Even the names of the colors are perfect.
I'm going back to knitting this shawl now.
I'm actually regretting not having extra fingers or toes, just so I have more of an opportunity to use this nail polish. I was even tempted to begin a board on Pinterest dedicated only to their nail polish colors, and I HATE when people pin nail polish and manicure pins. Those things gross me out, usually. But Butter London is so pretty, and so perfect, that I actually want a nail polish board.
Fingernails are still gross.
But Butter London is the opposite. Butter London is perfection in a tiny bottle. Even the names of the colors are perfect.
I'm going back to knitting this shawl now.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
I Still Suck at Beauty Blogging and I Found Another Thing I Like
I accidentally found the best nail polish ever. This is a thing that happened.
I went to T.J. Maxx, which is a holy place. It has everything, and it has it cheaper than at other places, and the only store that compares with its majesty is Marshall's, and Marshall's is owned by the same company as T.J. Maxx. It is like a surprise every time you go there. One day you'll find the perfect handbag, the next you'll find the Le Creuset dutch oven you've wanted for the last five years, in a discontinued color and therefore for over half off. Another time you'll find a whole rack of exercise clothing, with the perfect running shorts for $5 each. It's the happiest place on earth, and I go there any time I can.
I was sorting trough their soap section (they have lovely soap) and I found a tub of nail polishes, and one of them was Butter London in the color Thames.
I went to T.J. Maxx, which is a holy place. It has everything, and it has it cheaper than at other places, and the only store that compares with its majesty is Marshall's, and Marshall's is owned by the same company as T.J. Maxx. It is like a surprise every time you go there. One day you'll find the perfect handbag, the next you'll find the Le Creuset dutch oven you've wanted for the last five years, in a discontinued color and therefore for over half off. Another time you'll find a whole rack of exercise clothing, with the perfect running shorts for $5 each. It's the happiest place on earth, and I go there any time I can.
I was sorting trough their soap section (they have lovely soap) and I found a tub of nail polishes, and one of them was Butter London in the color Thames.
This is rather a bold color, but I had actually seen Butter London at Ulta before, so I figured I would try the polish even though it was BRIGHT. I would use it only on my toes, anyway.
Butter London is better than all the other nail polish. I am not joking. It is better than Opi. It is better than Essie. It is better than any other kind, because it was designed for people who suck at painting their nails.
When I paint my nails, I paint mostly skin. Also I paint wavy lines, I paint some sections twice, I miss other sections altogether, and when I'm done, I smudge the polish within five minutes. This is because I have a tremor, and it seriously cramps my manicure style. Or it would if I had any style, manicure or otherwise.
But this stuff, I tell you. It doesn't make brushstroke lines. At all. This means you only really have to use one coat of polish, if you want to. If you want to have the polish as dark as it looks in the bottle, a second coat will accomplish that perfectly. You don't need four coats. It dries quickly, but not TOO quickly--meaning you can indeed fix your mistakes. You can FIX MISTAKES. I think this is because the polish is slightly thicker than the average polish, not watery or drippy. It is just...BETTER.
Also, no chipping.
It was so good, and somehow looked perfect with my skin tone, so for the first time in ages, I wore nail polish on my hands.
I thought it was magic at first, and I figured that it was just chance and that I would never have the same results again. But I did. I can paint my nails now. I woke up one night and thought, "Maybe I can paint my nails with ANYTHING..." So I painted my nails at two in the morning just to see if it worked with other polish and no, I did not change. I still suck at giving myself a manicure. Butter London is just that much better.
It is so much better that I went into Ulta yesterday and bought a color of my choosing at full price instead of waiting for it to end up in the discount bin at T.J. Maxx. That's how good Butter London is. Here's the one I picked, Aston, if you're curious.
I went home, painted my nails, and it doesn't look like a girl with a tremor painted my nails. It looks like someone with SKILLS painted my nails, and it only took me five minutes to do this. I didn't need my normal nail polish remover-soaked q-tip to correct mistakes. I didn't have to take a long bath afterwards to get all the extra polish off my hands. I just painted them and went on with life. It was so freeing.
And yes, Jennifer, Butter London comes in pretty blues.
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