Friday, January 16, 2015
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Thursday, September 11, 2014
With all the amazing nail polishes out there and the super duper incredible nail designs I see all over instagram I was determined to learn how to be my own manicurist and was equally determined to develop some mad skills when it comes to nail polish (that last part is still a work in progress). To start off I decide to try out all the cute press on / glue on nails, it seemed logical, looked easy, it's fast, basically no dry time and they are available at the local drugstore, beauty stores, etc...plus they were not a long term commitment.
Friday, May 16, 2014
Trying to post from my phone. This is trail and since I can only wish I was I computer nerd we will see how it goes.
The picture (forgive me it's a screen shot) is of a tote I am white knuckling right now. I admit I need a serious twelve step program when it comes to handbags, totes, bags, maybe all accessories. Since I was a little girl I've been a bag lady. Heck even my barbie's had a million accessories.
The picture is of a Cinco Powell tote and I am trying to deny myself but I have already sorted out the details in my head. Cream bag with kelly green embroidered monogram (tCl) with a kelly green tassel. As soon as it arrives I would quickly scotch guard it and immediately throw my wallet, epi pen, gloss, sunnies and phone in.
Roll your eyes, I do at myself almost daily. Handbags have always symbolized a lady like quality to me. A dear sweet friend of my mother's (who I adored) always had beautiful bags that always seem to make her outfit completely polished and perfect (at least in my mind).
I know it's silly, but in some weird way I can match an event with a handbag- 13th birthday, surprise party and I clearly can remember the handbag I wanted that year (from Express). Christmas of my junior year in high school asking for my first Louis Vuitton. First boyfriend in high school buying me a gorgeous bag (that I still have), college boyfriend and dooney & Burke (it was the early, early 90's). College graduation and my bff surprising me with a Coach briefcase. Not that it tags a special event for my obsession to whirl out of control. I can't explain it, the smell of leather, the feel of a Louis Vuitton, the adorable colors and whimsy of Kate Spade, the sophistication of goyard, timeless quality of gucci, and on and on.
Yes it's a material thing that gives me a unnatural sense of calmness. It's ok to judge me, I do it to myself all the time.