Precious metals

My blogshoot hostess gift of "ammo" from Newbius:

Chanel Peridot (aka My Precioussssss)


Just look at the duochromey goodness, look!!

How I wore it:


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random fear

A home invasion while my nail polish is still wet -  totally ruined manicure AND I'd have to mop the floor!

...thought while painting my nails a light cerulean blue*, hoping the sky takes a hint.


*zOMG, yes! A woman straps a pistol on her hip and paints her fingernails! (& I did the dishes earlier and STILL nothing. No wild west shootouts, no blood in the kitchen, nada. I'm considering baking a banana bread while armed. We'll see how it goes.)

Don't vote for me.

I spent my school years with my nose frequently buried in a book and as a result wore glasses early (& contact lenses too late). I was in honors classes, AP classes, had football players threatening me for my editorials in the school newspaper, never got invited to those "my parents are out of town for the weekend" parties, took my gay friend to the homecoming dance (both years), ate a brown bag lunch almost every single day and even rode the school bus home the last day of senior year. My entire life I've been a dork.

So I suppose I should be thrilled to be considered cool enough to be part of the blogger in-crowd and be lobbying for your vote.

But I'm not and I won't. I realize this is probably intended to be fun, and perhaps I'm being ornery, but I don't like it. I've always believed that one of the most amazing things about the gunblog community is the lack of elitism and the "more pro-2A voices, the better" mentality. Popularity contests can defeat that purpose, especially when even the least well-known blogger can have an impact in the fight for our Second Amendment Rights. And, to be honest, even though I can throw together a seriously enjoyable Gunnie Prom, it doesn't mean I should be crowned queen of anything - I've gained blog fame mostly in spite of myself. If anything I should probably be voted "Most Likely to Blog Exclusively About Nail Polish and Cats, with a Gun Sitting on the Desk Next to Her Laptop."

I suppose I should also say that it's an honor to have been nominated to be one of the bloggers asked to give a company (albeit a very reputable company with an exceedingly clever marketing department and excellent prices on ammo) free advertising.

But, umm...no. Nice try, though.

look sharp(shooter!)

Even though it was just her second year of shooting, Jean Yocum maintained an average of 99 out of a possible 100 in all rifle matches - while wearing a stylish 1930's moon manicure. (click to zoom in!)

April 6, 1939.

(full story at Shorpy's)

New iThingy

Can anyone explain to me how over 300 songs can fit in something smaller than a matchbook?



On second thought, don't. I think I prefer the mystery.

Sometimes it's hard to tell if the novel we're living in is either sci-fi or fantasy. Still, it's definitely the future - and I'm so glad I'm here.

(got this to use during my workouts. Much more convenient than sticking my iPhone in the waistband of my yoga pants.)

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rhapsodic

Once upon a time, men would travel to far off lands in search of lapis lazuli. They'd carry the rocks back home and then grind them again and again, hoping for the tiniest amount of pure, clear pigment. Worth a king's ransom, it was reserved for painting only the most precious subjects and decorated only the most expensive goods.

(same color, different light, same, um...less than delicately girly hands.)

But now, thanks to the wonders of the modern age and for just a little more than the spare change at the bottom of my purse - that blue can be mine.

For more on pigments (from a woman as obsessed with color as I am) check out Color: A Natural History of the Palette. Great book.

Oh. Mah. Gawd.

Sorry, momentary spaz.

On sale now.

bang!

Little shooty nail stencils!


via Scrangie, one of my favorite nail polish bloggers. (Yes, there are nail polish blogs)

ghouly girly

Oooh, sparkly! Pretty!

Hmm...but the color is kind of putrid.

Ah, that explains it...though I thought it'd be more gray. And rotten. And splotchy. Ew.

swirled

I've always loved the marbled fore-edges and endpages of old tomes. Seems such a frivolous, unnecessary thing in this age of e-books and PDFs, but someone spent the effort on beauty, making sure the world is aware that contained within is A Very Important Book. The unabridged dictionary at the library is dappled in a very simple pattern and yet it rests on its own wooden stand in the reference department, apart from the miscellaneous rabble of the rest of the 400s.

Marbling paper is a somewhat magical process - float and swirl pigments on a liquid, dip paper in and you have one of the oldest and most beautiful forms of decoration in history. So imagine my delight when I learned I could carry this sort of design with me, on any day I chose.

(click for detail)