Desperate

Has anyone been experimenting with doing their own nails during Covid closures?

I’m desperately in need of a manicure.

I’m so desperate that I’m considering buying an in-home kit.

The nearest I can tell there are two types:  Dip powder and UV light kits.

I’m leaning toward using dip powder.

You paint your nail like normal with a special polish then dip your finger into a little jar of acrylic powder which then bonds to your nail.

I think you do this a few times until you reach your desired thickness, paint a layer of top coat on and you’re good to go.

The other kind uses acrylic gels which you shape into a nail using a heinously toxic chemical then adhere the nail to your nail bed using UV light to cure it.

The benefit to this kind of kit is that you get an INSTANT long nail, instead of having to grow out your nails covering them with acrylic powder every time.

But, I’m not sure my nail shaping skills are honed to perfection.

Honestly, I just need something to strengthen my nails so that they can grow out.

No matter how many vitamins I take, I can still bend my nails ever so easily.

Genetics, that’s what it got me – brittle nails and hair that’s falling out.

Anyways, if you have two cents to share about these types of acrylic nails, please LMK via email at michelle@unblunder.com or comment below.

Gracefully

Not surprisingly, I am going a little gray.

It’s noticeable now, especially during Covid, that my roots are turning silver.

And there’s something else.

I have a silver streak in my hair:

I’ve always had a light streak in my hair and I’m actually quite tickled that it’s turned silver.

After a little reflection (and discussion with my sister), I’ve decided I’m going to keep it silver and stop dyeing it.

This is a big step for me.

I’ve been dyeing my hair since I was in college.

I mean, I DO plan to dye my hair, but I’m NOT planning on fighting the silver streak which invariably turns gray a week after I dye it.

Stubborn silver hair.

I’m actually considering going full gray, but I’ve heard that can be difficult to accomplish.

I’m no fool.

I believe that something like this should be done by a licensed and trained professional.

So I won’t be buying box color and trying it on myself.

I’ve never tried to have two-tone hair.

This will be a new experience for me.

Wish me luck!

Braids

While surfing TikTok, I came upon the COOLEST hairstyle imaginable:

I love the faux hawk and all the silver jump ring detailing.

It reminds me a little of Selling Sunset.

In that show, several female real estate agents spice up their looks by adding braids to their hair repertoire.

There’s not much I’d emulate from this show, but the braids definitely get me.

I love them.

The trick of course is finding someone who is really good with braiding because personally I SUCK.

I can do a standard three-part braid and a French braid and THAT’S ABOUT IT.

Perhaps a good place to start would be the blow dry place by me, which offers braiding as part of their services.

I’ve got a good picture of the hairstyle.

And there’s even a tutorial put out by the stylist showing how to do it.

Whoop whoop!

When I do it, I’ll be sure to post pictures to unblunder.

Don’t laugh

Don’t laugh.

You know that salons have been closed due to covid?

Well, it’s been 6+ months since I had my nails done.

Needless to say they need some love.

I’m so obsessed with nail care that I finally find all those manicure videos on Facebook really interesting.

But it’s not just your standard nail care videos that I watch.

I watch those videos when women get super long skinny sculpted ballerina nails which render the user completely unable to use her hands for anything but the most languorous of activities.

I watch videos by Naio Nails UK.

Now, you probably don’t know of Naio Nails and have never heard of it.

Naio Nails UK is the brain child of a very colorful British nail designer Kirsty Meakin (I think).

She crafts the MOST OUTRAGEOUS blingy, sequined, glitterified nails I’ve ever seen!

And even though it would be a total waste on me. . .

I WANT THEM!

How Kirsty has the patience to sculpt and sand and shape these works of art is beyond me.

But she has THE MOST creative ideas and should I ever find myself in her neck of the wood (somewhere across the pond, I suspect by her accent), I will make myself an appointment to get myself a set of truly DECADENT nails!

Studly

Well, I went and did it.

I got two more holes in my head.

In my ears, to be exact.

I went to a piercing studio in Reno and I got my ears pierced by a guy nicknamed Thumper.

So far, the piercings look good.

The good news is that they’re not bleeding or weeping fluid.

The bad news is that my daughter accompanied me to get her belly button pierced and (if you can believe it) she was unable to do that because she doesn’t have enough stomach fat/excess skin for the piercing to be successful.

What a problem, huh?

Being too thin.

In any case, she opted to get her conches pierced with beautiful opal stone studs.

My daughter took pictures of my piercings and managed to capture the moments when Thumper pierced both ears (one after the other).

The first piercing I didn’t even feel.

The second piercing felt like a pinch.

I’m pretty happy with the results for me and for my daughter.

Here’s some needle pics for those of you who aren’t squeamish.

Summer in the tropics

It’s been a good day today.

Why?

Because my Sephora order arrived.

A week ago, Sephora emailed me an advertisement for a travel kit from Drunk Elephant – a brand my kid adores.

So I snapped it up for her.

Naturally, I added a few items for myself.

Because you know. . . I’m a sucker for cosmetics and skin care.

I bought two eyeshadow palettes.

Nevermind that I already have about fifty of them.

Those little pots of pressed color that shimmer and glisten really lure me in.

So I got some.

I must be in a violet mood, because I bought Violet Voss’ fun-sized palette in Sweet Violet and Urban Decay’s Naked Palette in Ultraviolet.

My order came with two samples – one for a face cream and other for a perfume by Sol de Janeiro.

Sol de Janeiro has turned their famous fragrance from their Brazilian Bum Bum Cream into a perfume and IT SMELLS LIKE THE PEAK OF SUMMER IN THE TROPICS.

Vanilla, caramel, pistachio and a hint of jasmine.

It’s just like those sneaky people at Sephora to drop a luscious sample into my order so that I’m forced into trying it and falling in love with it.

I am helpless to resist it.

Mind you, I haven’t bought it yet but I certainly went online and stuck it in my basket to buy at a later date.

It may seem insane in the middle of a pandemic to be shopping online for cosmetics, but hey. . . I’m not feeling my best, I’m a little depressed, and I have a lot of anxiety so I’ll take relief from the daily grind any way I can.

Even if it’s a virtual beach in Brazil that is calling my name.

Mental Health

I just did a DEEP CLEAN of my bathroom and let me tell you this. . .

I am a beauty product HOARDER.

I’m not the only one in my family who does this.

My aunt and my kid are pretty good at stockpiling beauty products as well.

In the middle of a pandemic, more than anything now I think self-care is important.

Taking a ritual bath.

Relaxing in the shower.

Treating yourself to a mud mask.

Or even giving yourself a pedicure.

Suddenly the very simple seems very luxurious.

Elevated beyond its usual status.

California is closing down.

Again.

I for one am okay with this.

It doesn’t seem safe to be outside doing anything with anyone right now, given the resurgence of Covid-19 cases.

It seems frivolous to worry about self-care during times like these.

Now is the perfect opportunity to forgo shaving, dying my roots, and getting my toes painted.

No one is going to see me.

All my beauty products could simply go to waste and no one would be the wiser.

There are a lot more important things on people’s plates right now.

Health.

Survival.

The well-being of family and loved ones.

And that’s certainly foremost in my mind.

But since I’m having virtual dates in lieu of in-person dates, it seems to behoove me to stay abreast of my appearance.

And I can’t help but feel like it helps my outlook and psyche to maintain the rituals I’ve had for years.

Mental health is nothing to sneeze at.

Coconut EVERYTHING

Retail therapy is honest-to-goodness therapy, is it not?

It always makes me feel better.

Take for instance my latest foray into online shopping.

I hit up Ulta for all things coconut scented.

Coconut deodorant.

Coconut body spray.

Coconut perfume.

Coconut dry shampoo.

Even a little coconut sponge.

I’m in a coconut mood.

If orange blossom is my winter fragrance, then coconut is definitely my summer fragrance.

I feel all beachy and boho wearing it.

My hair should be splayed around around me in luxurious textured blond waves.

Sure, I have a misbehaving cervix, but who cares?

I smell like a tropical vacation.

Throwback Thursday

One of my favorite beauty bloggers, Milabu, gave birth to a baby boy in June.

She’s been chronicling her pregnancy in addition to the beauty products she tests out and I was anxious to hear how everything went.

Thankfully, besides an unplanned c-section, all is great.

I haven’t really been captured by pregnancy stories until Milabu came along.

Mostly because that chapter of my life is done and over with.

I will not be having any more children, contrary to some family predictions.

It’s just me, my 21-year old son and my 19-year old daughter.

But watching Milabu recount her birth story took me back.

Oh, did it take me back to when I was a young mother.

There’s such a steep learning curve.

Changing diapers.

Figuring out what cry means what.

Doctors visits.

Nursing (enough said).

So much goes into becoming a new mom and every thing you learn you’re learning while being severely sleep deprived.

You can imagine some internet trolls have come out of the woodwork, to criticize Milabu’s mothering.

I say to hell with all the haters.

Raising another human being is the toughest job out there and every mom out there deserves credit for taking on the huge task of bringing another life into the world.

Way to go, Milabu!