Anne-tastic!on Friday, December 17, 2010
Fabric and Fashion
Last weekend was my uncle's wedding and
Because December is always such a busy time professionally (end of quarter, end of year) and socially (can we say Parties anyone?!), I didn't have time to get my nails done before the wedding.
When I was a teenager and working nights at a fabric store, my supervisor at the time, a spunky woman who wore turtlenecks and puffy paint sweatshirts, had a smoker's cough and always complained about her nails - because they never stayed on. They were the press-on variety and they'd always be flying off & I'd always find a neon colored one near the register or cutting table and know exactly where she had been.
So when I think of press-on fake nails, that's always what I think of.
And yet, I still decided to go this route for the wedding (keeping it classy, of course). I just had to keep them on through the ceremony and pictures, Right? So off to Walgreens my sis and I went at 11pm one night last week and picked up a $5 set of fake frenchies.
Yes this is an also an excuse to show off what cute bridesmaids we were
And here I am, seven days later, clicking away on my keyboard still sporting my fake nails. They haven't chipped, fallen off or broken! And the compliments I've received on them?! Who compliments someone's fingernails?! I've certainly never received a compliment (or multiple compliments); even after I spend Big Buck$ in $ome fancy $chmancy $alon!
Anne-tastic!on Sunday, December 5, 2010
fun and misc,
This is tardy as it should have been posted a week ago. But I had image upload issues that are still unresolved - I'll make it up to you - Promise! Every year after we give thanks and stuff our bellies of hearty food with loved ones, my immediate family heads up to our cabin - built in the sixties by my very own bloodline - it certainly is a treasure.
We go up frequently, but Thanksgiving weekend is a weekend I always look forward to.
The rare weekends when it snows,
are beautiful and magical
makes me wish it snowed year round
even after I shovelled the driveway
even after I had to (watch my dad) put chains on my car just to make it into the driveway
makes me wish I didn't forget my ski and snow gear at home
which is ironic considering my mom had one when I was growing up. It sat there headless in the corner of her bedroom wearing a thick green velvet victorian dress. To make matters worse, my mom named her Hilda and occasionally put a wig on her.
I'm a busy bee and a social butterfly and am usually all smiles. To quote Ben and Jerry... "If its not fun, why do it?"
That's how I try to approach all things in life, whatever it is... the object is to find not only the fun, but the beauty too.