Hi guys! I don't have a lot this week. Just been working, mostly. But today I was swatching a new collection so I thought I'd show you a little bit about how I do that. I've had several questions over the years and since my "set-up" is really not professional at all, I just usually skip over those or just answer which camera I use or something easy.
First, I must explain how this collection came about. Indie makers are, well...creative people to say the least LOL! And they always have a lot of polish testing that they can pull from for a guest spot in a box etc. Or, you know, when they have weird food-induced dreams. If you aren't "friends" with Leah Ann on Facebook, it's possible you missed what prompted this collection, which is a shame. She has weirder dreams than I do and that is saying something. (Shut Up, Ashley!)
This is what she posted out of the blue one day...
So she pulled polishes that somehow in her head translated to her dream. And this is the result! (Note to self: Eat more Krispy Kreme!)
Hi everyone! Time once again for The Digital Dozen week and for February it's Nail Heroes! I'd need more than 5 days to really cover all of them, but for now we will be showing you 5 of them.
For Day 1, it's Debbie over at The Crumpet. If you follow her blog, or her other blog, you may know that she will be stepping WAY back from blogging and nails soon to focus on her own life and we will miss her terribly. But you can't really begrudge someone doing what they need to do for themselves - their own lives. Debbie I hope you are able to find all the happiness in life that you deserve and I hope you stay in touch and don't forget us!
I chose one of my Crumpet favorites to recreate, but I did it in a different color scheme. For this mani I used KBShimmer Eyes White Open and Eclipse (both purchased by me because yes I'm on my 2nd bottles of each already) and acrylic paint for the red and pink.
4. Okay, now that's out of the way, here's how I really feel...
So, I'm doing this February calling called #rockyourhandwriting on IG with lots of other people. I don't know why, but it's fun! Makes me want to find my calligraphy pens and play around again. But so far I'm just using a regular ol' pen and some sharpies now and then. #lazy
Here are a few more:
I cooked a little - tried a few new things. The other day I saw a recipe for Wafer Sandwich Cookies that looked SO GOOD! While I'm not what I'd call a "great" cook, I will say that I'm usually a very good baker. But alas, these were, um...well let's just say they TASTED amazingly delicious.
So I gave them a shot! The icing was easy of course.
The wafer part though? I didn't do something right. Yes I pricked them with a fork, but you can't tell. However, they were buttery amazingness though. Wouldn't win any beauty contests though!
I also had some leftover potatoes from dinner so the next morning I made tattie scones, a Scottish favorite. First time trying and I need to play with the potato-to-flour ratio a bit but they were yummy.
If there had been any doubt before as to why I'm not a food blogger, I mean aside from the fact that I'm the pickiest eater on the planet, with the palate of a picky 5 year old, there shouldn't be any question now! But, if you come over I will feed you well and it will all taste good!
My FOURTH coffee maker since I moved back to Indiana crapped out on me. That's less than 9 months! (And I had the receipts and boxes for two of them, so as much as I hate to return stuff, I carted them off to Walmart and was told I was TOO LATE. Past 90 days. GRRRRR!) Even though this awful water goes through a Brita pitcher first, I still think it has to be our water causing the issue. So after polling my FB friends, I ended up with a Bunn. No bells and whistles like clocks or timers or auto shut-offs, but DANG SON, I got coffee in 3 minutes! And it's good coffee!
It's been a bit of a rough week at Chez Sheila, so I allowed myself a little indulgence. (Who am I kidding, I allow myself any food indulgence I can anytime I can. I just don't usually eat it quite like this.) Yes I've made some awesome Boston Creme Pies in the past but I bought this one and I have zero shame. And yes I ate it straight from the package with a fork like a BOSS. And yes, I ate the entire thing all by myself.
I'm still wearing this mani I did the other day while reviewing the upcoming CbL Krispy Kreme Dreams Collection (launching Feb. 20th) - still working on my stamping as you can see.
And the dogs and I are still enjoying our first "winter" here at home. They got their "blankies" and arranged them just so and took over the entire sofa.
When I'm having a rough week or I'm feeling down I can always count on my fur-crew to give me a perspective adjustment.
I hope you have a FANTASTIC Valentine's Day!
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The question What is beauty? is asked frequently. By many people. It's discussed on mainstream media, goes viral on social media and is showcased in movies, music...basically, it's everywhere. But I'm just not sure there's one answer.
We see celebrities as "fair game" for disparaging remarks about their physical appearances and somehow have translated that to mean that everyone is fair game. It's one thing to judge a particular style choice of a celebrity and a completely different thing to judge their physical attributes. There is argument on both sides as to whether choosing the spotlight means choosing or encouraging judgment on their appearance. I think that's why we all seem to have fallen in love with Jennifer Lawrence. She refuses to allow what people say about her to determine her own self worth.
One thing is sure in my mind though...it's never okay to make disparaging comments about the physical attributes of another, whether or not they're in that proverbial spotlight.
photo cred: Marquart Beauty Analysis
So what's the answer to that question then?
I was asked if I wanted to join some of my blogger friends and do a post on what beauty means to me and I jumped at the chance to answer that question - to tell you what it means to ME. But I'm not going to talk about what eyebrow shape is "in" or the ideal body weight or whether the key to beauty is symmetry. There are thousands of sites devoted to nothing BUT that. Heck, my own blog is devoted mostly to pretty nail polish! We all need to feel pretty. But pretty and beautiful are two totally different things to me.
Having super curly hair in a "straight hair is beautiful" world for the larger part of 5 decades is sheer torture if you don't learn beauty isn't that. Being a size double zero in a size 5 world? Same thing. Everyone has something about themselves that doesn't fit into what society has created to be the "physical beauty" mold. Symmetrical features? Large eyes? 36/24/36 measurements? Dainty hands? No wrinkles? Is that beauty?
The answer is just exactly what your momma told you as a child. It's in the eye of the beholder. I think Plato said it first. Well heck, who am I to argue with Plato? Or my momma for that matter. Especially my momma! It was exactly 22 years ago today, February 5th, that I lost her and she was the most beautiful person I've ever known.
But what does it mean?
Well, since I am a "beholder" (both of my own beauty and how I see the beauty in others) I guess that's up to me.
So what is beauty to me? To me, beauty is in the hand that caresses an animal with love - finds that sweet spot behind the ears. It's in the eyes that look lovingly at another. The ears that listen with care to a loved one. The lips that speak positive words of encouragement. The shoulders strong enough to cry on. The arms that wrap you in loving protection. The back that will carry you when you can't walk yourself. The feet that will walk a mile in another's shoes before passing judgment. The legs that won't walk away from someone in need. Beauty is the heart that will lift others up rather than tearing them down.
But no, really. Superficially, what is beauty to me? That's simple. It's not. There is not one single superficial, physical characteristic that means beauty to me. Some people are more physically easier to look at, of course, but until I know them, I can't know if they are "beautiful." I know a lot of physically attractive people who are absolutely ugly. I know some who are beautiful inside and drop-dead gorgeous on the outside. But real beauty? There are some people, to be frank, who are physically what society deems ugly who have such beautiful souls that you can't even see their physical bodies. Beauty is in the confidence that comes from loving and accepting yourself.
Even though my mother tried to teach me that real beauty is on the inside, for the longest time, I tried to pin my beauty, my worth, on the physical. That's not easy when you're too skinny, the color of bleached flour, you have red, frizzy/curly hair and you don't look like any of the other kids. We're talking serious inferiority complex. You don't feel like you're worth much. And it shows. And in turn, you're treated as if you're not worth much. It wasn't until years later I realized what that saying I'd heard all my life really and truly meant. No one can see your beauty until you can see it and embrace it yourself. No one can love you completely until you can love yourself.
There comes a point where you hear a platitude so often, it loses all meaning. Or you stop trying to find the meaning behind it. That's a real shame because generally, those phrases became platitudes for a reason. Most of them are true! For sure that one is. Just ask Plato. Or my momma.
I see the lines forming around my eyes and you know what? I'm proud of those crow's feet because I feel like I earned each and every one of them. My hands may be starting to look older but those hands will never be raised in anger toward my dogs...or any animal. I can look in the mirror now and I still see my curly hair that's not the "norm" and I don't hate it anymore. And I remember when that happened. The exact moment. The epiphany, if you will.
I was about to start a job where the "uniform" was shorts. (No it wasn't Hooters LOL - I live in South Texas!) I was sitting in the cafe griping to my friends that I couldn't find anything to fit me and my legs were too skinny and white for shorts. I was really upset - on a right proper rant. I'd tried for many years to gain weight, unsuccessfully, and I was just at a boiling point. Mainly that afternoon I was hating on my skinny, white legs though. You should have heard me. Looking back, it was an entirely pathetic waste of time. Well, I walked out of the cafe right smack into a man in a wheelchair with no legs. BAM! It was almost cliché. I got in my car and just started bawling. At that moment, I became grateful for whatever life gave me. Skinny or not, pale or not, frizzy or not. Whatever I have and whatever I am, that is the beauty of me. And it's up to me and me alone to decide how I use what I'm given. It's up to me to decide if I am a beautiful person or not. To decide to BE a beautiful person.
This is me - curly hair and all.
So the next time I felt like complaining about my red, frizzy hair, I thanked God I wasn't losing it to cancer.
Talia Joy ♥
I double dog dare you to tell me Talia Joy wasn't beautiful inside and out. A beautiful, beautiful soul.
Our bodies are temporary, really. And they age. Whether you started out life as a physically beautiful person or not, if you live long enough, the body starts falling apart. Physical "beauty" fades. There are so many body shapes and colors and sizes that the idea there is one physical body type that is "better" is ridiculous.
I honestly think we should take a cue from dogs on this one. They are who they are and they're all beautiful...from Great Danes to Teacup Chihuahuas. Long hair, short hair, stubby legs, fluff balls, black, white. We look at dogs objectively with no problem and I can tell you for sure that they are their personalities and not their physical appearances. Why can't we do that with each other? Don't believe their appearance or size doesn't matter to them? Just watch a Chihuahua make a Great Dane cower. Attitude and self-confidence, Bay-Bee!
And when that physical beauty fades, what you are left with, inside yourself - that is either beauty or trash.
I choose beauty. I would rather be beautiful on the inside than the outside and I definitely can't say that was always the case. The pressure is so great, from all sides, to look a certain way, wear a certain fad, have a certain look. SO true for females, less true for men, but still true.
Don't get me wrong, I want to look as good as I can. I wear makeup and love pretty shoes and bags. I don't like my love handles anymore than the next person. And yes, I still find myself having to fight not to gripe about this or that. But now I think I have a much better perspective about beauty and just life in general. I have a loving heart. I am kind and thoughtful. I'm smart and funny and a myriad of other things, unique things, that make me really like who I am as a person now. And I can finally say: I am beautiful.
Once again, it all comes back to that one word. That word I've always said was the most important word in the English language. Perspective. It's everything.
And I wish each and every one of you who made it to the end of this post the proper perspective. To appreciate your own unique beauty. Embrace your differences. Have that confidence that comes from loving and accepting yourself.
Because that, my friends, is beautiful.
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Hi everyone - I have a drive-by tonight. Drop and run.
For this mani I used Zoya Hunter and Nyssa (sent for review here and here), Chanel Blue Rebel (purchased by me), Barry M Satsuma (purchased by me), CbL PDQ top coat (purchased by me) and white acrylic paint. Freehand as you can tell LOL!
While I love my friends in the Carolinas, I can't help but say GO BRONCOS!
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When Crow first asked me to swatch her "Valentine" collection, I was of two minds. YAY because CrowsToes and BOO because UGH Valentine's Day. Pink isn't my best color. Nor is it my favorite. And Valentine's Day certainly isn't my favorite "holiday" - especially now it's just me and the dogs.