Spring. Flowers. Colour. Woah, it's October already so you can't continue to creep around in grey merino and pretend the earth's still hibernating.
Daffodils have been done to death, and I can’t find affordable freesias - so what else can spring-ify one’s demeanor?
My hot-pink nail-polish might just have got me in the mood. The bottle of shimmery stickiness had hidden in a darkened drawer all winter...edging toward its use-by date.
Why? Because I was dreading spillage, splashes and having to keep my fingers spread-eagled for six minutes while they dried. It’s like trying not to blink. Today, I still managed to smear some on my dress and smudge 30% of the job. They resemble an 8-year-old's art project. However, the colour lifted my mood and I keep staring at them, as you would a beautiful bunch of blooms. (But they have yet to improve the toxic scent).
Lovely! I have bright, laquerish pink nails...except for one little finger on my left hand. It innately sticks snootily in the air, avoiding all housework. Thus, it is three-times the length of the others. Just as you would paint a feature wall, this little pinkie went lime green. And why should I have such a rebellious colour in my makeup drawer? Well that is another story.
Once upon a time, in May, I was a nail model. (ah ha, before you grimace, no other body parts were employed!). Thanks to the miracle of photoshop zapping the effects of dish-pan hands,
(stop choking Eddie!), I was about to have myself some fun.
Kristy of Hands of Elegance wanted more pictures for her beauty website and my photographer-friend, Peter Walker of www.threechairs.co.nz, was to nail them. I got to 'grow' long, jungle-book tiger claws, crystal-clustered, polkadot and pointy ones over the space of a week. I was then directed to choke a flamingo’s neck, squish lime jelly, play with ketchup, daggers, broken mirrors, bubbles, flames, apples and lollipops - all in the name of wearable art.
Alas, after having a ball, my temporary adornments slowly dropped off one by pretty one. (Not the kind of thing welcome in my vegetable soup - cruuuunch). Cinderella was eventually back to dish-pan hands.
Until today. The claws are out again -with a spring in their scratch. (<;
Enjoy experimenting this season,
Wordbird. x
