Fancy frame thing is a sticker; rose is a water decal. But my nails are too short the sticker kept poking out of the edge so I wiped it off after taking photos and did a plain gold glitter instead haha. Ah well.
Colours used: China Glaze fairy dust China Glaze change your altitude Cirque carpe diem Chifure 細筆タイプ００６
Started off with a base of fairy dust (1 coat) and then sponged on the pink and purple on the lower half of the nail. If you look closely at the photos you can see the lunula. The polishes themselves are really sheer (they need like 3 coats for opacity) so when they’re sponged-on like this it looks really sheer and subtle. Thankfully my free edges are not naturally super white and opaque so it covered easily.
Then i drew on the seafoam with white gouache and stuck the little things on. Since I’ve accumulated quite a variety of things I thought it’d be timely to try something like this. (My friend insists I count gold and silver as 2 separate items but to save myself the guilt I count them as one because SAME DESIGN. Such self-delusion.)
Now every time I glance down at my hand I laugh ironically. This is so uncharacteristically feminine haha.
On a side note, I looked really dumb walking around with only one arm in the knit haha. Backstage truths.
Colours used: Catrice Ultimate Nudes 02 Don’t Tell Mademoiselle essence 173 over the rainbow China Glaze 551 Fairy dust
My head bobbed along to the beat, my feet resting on top of the dashboard of the car as my teal nail polish shined under the bright sun beaming down from above. A soft hum left my full lips to the upbeat indie song playing on the radio.
I was glad for once that I wasn’t the one driving, Antoine by my side doing the navigating instead. We had made a spur of the moment decision to take a road trip to the coast of France to take in the sights of the shore. It was for sure a long drive, more than 9 hours long, but with good weather like this and upbeat music to keep me up I didn’t fear it being too bad of a ride.
It seemed Antoine noticed the pep in my mood as he looked over to me briefly while he had the opportunity. “Are your feet on my dash?”
I giggled. “What? My feet are clean.” I looked down at my toes and wiggled them playfully before feeling him slap his hand down on my leg to send it to the ground.
“No. That’s gross.”
“Really? My feet are gross?” I turned somewhat in my seat, still restricted by the seatbelt I wore before I put my feet into his lap. I could see the sly smile forming from the corner of his lips.
“Your feet are really close to a place they shouldn’t be. Move. I’m trying to concentrate on driving.”
Considering my life was in his hands, I obeyed his wishes and returned to my original position with my feet back on the dash. I looked out of the window, watching the scenery pass by us quickly. It was all so soothing and if I hadn’t been running off two cups of coffee I may have been lulled to sleep by the beautiful scenes following me outside.
I had never been to France so I was ready to take in all of the sights I could granted we wouldn’t be visiting any of the popular monuments. We had agreed to stay in a small, quiet hotel near the shore of the Mediterranean to just enjoy each other’s company in the few free days that we had. I didn’t mind the idea at all.
“My mother asked about you.”
My boyfriend’s sudden speaking caused me to turn my attention from out of the window and towards him. “Oh really? What did she say?”
I still hadn’t gained a feel for how his mother felt for me. We hadn’t talked much. We hadn’t even met in person. Whenever she called his phone and I happened to answer, she practically rushed me off of the line to speak to her son. I didn’t think she was too keen on her son having a new woman in his life that she couldn’t quite get a feeling for.
He seemed reluctant to speak, instead pretending to focus on the road in front of him for a while. “I told her that she should stop by one day…”
“Wait…what?! Stop by the hotel?”
He gave a careless shrug as if he had just suggested a meal for dinner. “I just want you two to meet each other and it only makes sense that with us being a bit closer for a few days she should take the time to meet you now.”
“Well what did she say? Is she coming by?”
He shook his head and a relieved sigh left my lips though I was a bit bothered she hadn’t seemed to agree. “Did she explain why she said no?”
“No and I didn’t ask. Maybe it’s just not the right time for you two to meet. She just needs time that’s all.”
“Time for what?” It wasn’t like Toine and I were too incredibly serious of a couple. We were still in the carefree, young honeymoon phase of our relationship. I doubted he had labeled me as anything too serious just yet.
We went to parties on each other’s arms and when I was too drunk to carry myself home, he’d laugh alongside me and carry me to his place instead. I had at least a hundred pictures of us together in my phone from kissing pictures to those I snuck of him passed out asleep on my couch when he couldn’t stand to watch my movies any longer. We could play childish pranks on each other or make playful bets like the one that ended with him having blonde hair atop of his head for a while. We spent our nights cracking jokes on each other constantly and sending each other way too many emojis than our phones could handle. Our relationship held the essence of a best friend pair only we added in our own combination of sex and romance.
But I’m happy. Happier than I’ve ever been. My friends called it love when they saw it on my face for the first time. I liked to call it a mixture of lust and bliss. I felt like I could be myself around him without judgment. He let me live on my life like I had before his appearance into it, without making me drop friends or hobbies. He wasn’t an intrusion but more of an addition.
“Time to adjust to me being in a relationship. I told you she doesn’t want me getting serious with anyone right now. She thinks it’s not good for my career and my focus and blah blah,” he waved off the words. “I think she’s starting to realize how happy I am with you but she still needs time to get around her own opinion.”
I was glad he didn’t hold the same opinion because if so, we would have probably ended up breaking apart weeks ago. I reached over and ran my hands through his now darker locks, scruffing his hair messily between my fingers. It was my silent way of showing appreciation.
“Off of this topic, what are we going to do when we get to our destination? I was thinking a night swim,” I smiled. I had packed so many bikinis in my bag I had a feeling I was going to end up wearing those more than actual clothes.
“I was thinking a nap,” he chuckled.
“Aw come on! We only have a few days to enjoy this place and you want to waste it away sleeping? What kind of fun is that, Griezmann? What happened to the adventurous boyfriend I had that liked to have fun?”
“He did all of the driving.” He smirked. I rolled my eyes.
“There’s no way I’m letting you just go to sleep. Go hard or go home, Griez!”