Category Archives: Mitts and Paws

Shades of Greige

Like my mitts + paws need more workshopping.

Or do they?

My DIY manicures never last very long, so every third day or so, I find myself pulling out the remover and wiping it all away.

This is the price I pay for embracing thrift and not faithfully turning myself in to a nail salon on a weekly basis.

In college, I had an extremely high tolerance for chipped nail polish.  More horrifyingly, it was usually some sort of especially bold red arrangement.  Red polish is lovely on its own.  But chipped?

I know.  I KNOW.

Tonight my mitts looked terrible enough (translation: one of the tips was done for) that I decided it was time to Address The Issue Once Again.

So I headed over to the bathroom closet to pull out my basket of  supplies.

I came back with this.

Title: Shades of Greige

I knew I had a yen for the neutrals, but even I was surprised.  Apparently last year I wasn’t really in it to make a statement.

And yes, that snap also says something else about my high-taste in nail polish.

What polish colors do you usually go for?

What is your tolerance level for chipped nails?


Lovely, Relaxing Things

For Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, we operate on a really broad schedule.  There’s always a gathering with all of the aunts, uncles and cousins, but it’s dependent on which day my uncle (who works as an anesthetist) has off.  We do a fondue with my immediate family (including the in-laws) on the other night.  On Christmas Day there is a family breakfast.

This year, our immediate-family gathering is on Christmas Eve.  Which leaves me with a broad swath of time to fill before we gather for drinks and dinner.

All of our weekends since Thanksgiving have been Go-Go-Go, so it would be really nice to be able to just enjoy a day surrounded by lovely, relaxing things.

I actioned some baking for tonight’s dinner.

Yes, I’m working out of the Best Bake Sale Cookbook again.  You should be working out of it too.

A few days ago, I thought I would have the energy to tackle the giant pile of magazines hiding beneath the coffee table.

And then I decided to narrow my focus to the December Issues.

Now, as the morning slips away, I’m thinking that it might be more realistic to narrow my focus to one December Issue.

In other circles, that’s known as Managing Expectations.

Last but not least, I need to find some time to address my mitts and paws.

They haven’t been a mess, but I feel like it’s hard to get into the celebratory spirit when you look down at your nails and you’re greeted with the sight of…nothing.

It’s unacceptable, really.

Tomorrow, a gift exchange in the most tried and true tradition of Edward & Bella.  Prepare Yourselves Emotionally.

Do you celebrate more on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day?

Do you have any plans to relax during the holiday weekend?  Or will it be go-go-go for you?

Au naturel

There are no tricks or gimmicks tonight, kittens.

Everything is exactly as it seems.

My mitts.  Au naturel.

I know.  I KNOW.

I’m as shocked as you are.

When I hopped off the plane in D.C., getting the terrifying remnants of that week’s manicure off of my mitts was one of my first orders of business.

Had I noticed the train wreck on my hands the night before, I would have dealt with it then.

Sometimes you just don’t…notice.

Once the polish was gone, I just never got around to addressing the situation.

I mean, maintaining a put-together pair of mitts is something I’ve attached a great deal of importance to for the past few years.   But I never gave my poor nails a chance to breathe.  So I figured if I gave them that, I probably wouldn’t be any worse for the wear.

Plus, you can’t exactly “chip” your nails when there isn’t any polish to mangle.

I originally thought that I would cave after a few days, so no one is more surprised than me that this charade has lasted as long as it has.

I like to think of it as discovering another dimension of inner-peace.

How often do you go polish-free?

I’m not at all bothered by the fact that my mitts are covering themselves in The Original Grey Suede at the moment.  On the other hand, when I see people with unpainted toes, I find the situation to be deeply unsettling.  I’m not sure why, specifically, but something about it just doesn’t seem…right.

Getting Warmer…

Happy Sunday, kittens!

I don’t know about y’all, but the weather in Minneapolis was absolutely gorgeous this weekend.  Like Summer in October-gorgeous.

So I capitalized on the weather by spending most of the day outside – watching Spot, workshopping and basking in the sun.

If this is how the rest of the non-arctic world lives, I don’t ever want to go back.  Wearing a Calypso St. Barth’s tunic after Labor Day wasn’t an opportunity I thought I would ever have.

Thank Goodness they produced them in sensible colors like dark red and buff.

It should come as no surprise that after my nail polish-buying jag, I had to do a bit of experimenting.  You know, try to keep up with my Fall Five.

This is Revlon 820 Stormy earlier this week.

DEFINITELY warmer than my last attempt.

Pros: Doesn’t make me look like a corpse.  Some sort of strange second-cousin to Gray Suede.

Cons: When it chips, EVERYBODY can tell.  Not so good for work if I have to work with clients.

I have one more option to test out, but I think I’ll be saving that one for next week.

Have you had “normal” fall weather where you live?  Warmer?  Colder?

Even though it’s bizarrely warm, the trees are still changing according to schedule.  It’s actually kind of nice because you get to enjoy all of the scenery without any of the chill.

An Accidental Extreme Couponer

I preface this story by saying, I never thought it would be me.  Considering the fact that we don’t get a newspaper, the only coupons we get are from the odd-mailer that shows up every few weeks or the rare rewards club membership card we carry.

Earlier this week (read: yesterday) I was heading over to CVS to use my ExtraCare bucks because re: My Fall Five, I figured that in order to give #1 – Gray Nail Polish its full due, I needed to source another shade.

Since I was packing $7 of free money, spending it on frivolous vanities seemed like the only appropriate option.

When I came face-to-face with the Revlon wall display, I entered some sort of cosmetics Valhalla.  Without getting too deeply into the math, I was able to quickly determine that for each bottle of nail polish I bought, they would give me money back.  And if I used my existing ExtraCare Bucks and had the cashier run each transaction separately, I would actually leave the store with more money than I had entered with.

Sound crazy yet?

I agree.

I like to think that I softened the blow by explaining to the cashier that I have NEVER behaved like this EVER in my entire life.  And yet somehow, I’m guessing that when you work at a drugstore for minimum wage, you probably hear that line more often than one would think.

I boldly pressed-on anyway, having a field day in the nail polish section.  I picked practical colors, impractical colors, and colors that I’ve been wanting to buy for a year but have had no justification for whatsoever.

For the record, the color I’ve been sitting on for a year is 85 Minted.

And by the time I left CVS, I was four bottles of nail polish and $1 dollar heavier.

Victory?  Or victory?

What’s one nail polish color you’ve been dying to try but haven’t been able to bring yourself to buy?

Have you ever extreme couponed intentionally or unintentionally?

Silver and Gold…

In light of my total inability to compose anything coherent since last Wednesday, I thought that we probably needed to workshop a topic that hasn’t really seen the light of day in a LONG time.

Yes, y’all guessed right.

It’s Mitts and Paws time.

On Friday, I needed a little something to perk-up my weekend, so I rolled over to CVS to pick up a few necessity and in the process, may or may not have thrown a couple of experimental bottles of polish into my basket.

The results were…experimental.

As you’ll see from the snaps below, the only thing I managed to ascertain from the experience is that I shouldn’t be a hand model.

Option Uno: Revlon’s 907 Steel-her Heart

Option Dos: Revlon’s 925 Gold Coin

While I was sporting Option Uno, I thought that it seemed like a little much.  And maybe a little bit whiny.  Because gray seems to be all about having feelings…and stuff.  But once I swapped it out for Option Dos this afternoon (brighter!  more upbeat!), I started to wonder if I should be wearing metallics at all.

When I see other ladies flashing boldly-painted nails in the wild, they always look so confident, and these mitts of mine just had me second-guessing the entire time.

Yes, I realize that’s probably a sign.

I suppose if worst comes to worst, I could always re-purpose the Gold Coin for Holidays Only or Paws Only.  My Spider Sense is telling me that the Steel-her Heart wouldn’t look nearly as versatile (and likely more corpse-like) on my toes.

Impromptu Vote: Option Uno or Option Dos?

Are you a gray/silver person or a greige/gold person?

Jewelry-wise I’m a silver person.  Mitts-wise, I’m greige/gold I think.  Or more broadly, “warm.”

At least a solid six

Kittens, I had so much I wanted to share with you tonight.  It was mapped out.  Drafted.  Planned.

But, to be blunt, I am exhausted.

For the past few days I’ve woken up at 4:30 AM to sneak a run in because we’ve had evening plans and the weather has been so horrendous that I would likely be running inside anyway.

I’ve never been a girl who needs her full eight hours of beauty sleep to survive, but I do need a solid six.

While rolling out of bed hasn’t been hard, trying to stay standing past 8 PM definitely has been.

So it should come as no surprise that right now a migraine is attempting to strike and I want nothing more than to collapse into bed.

A Small Mercy = I was able to address my mitts and paws prior to this evening’s cocktail party.  Since we were going to spend time on a patio in Minneapolis, it only seemed like The Civilized Thing to do.  And I wish I were kidding when I say it had been…weeks.  And y’all know that when I can’t remember the last time I got my nails did, I’m probably falling apart at the seams.

Thank God Grey Suede is such a forgiving color.  I don’t even know what I would do with myself if my mitts were chippy and…Tropical.  Or something like that.

So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to go don The Migraine Turban.

How do you cope when you’re over-scheduled?

Do you get migraines with any regularity?

*Knock on Wood* Mine aren’t particularly long, but I do get one at least once every three months and GOD is it miserable.