I was born a tomboy – the exact opposite of my sister. High fashion, beauty maintenance, and the latest trends have never really appealed to me. My idea of doing something with my hair was a pony tail – and still is. I have memories of my mom chasing me around the house with a pair of tweezers trying to shape my caterpillar-like eyebrows when I was in high school. I wanted nothing to do with it. I didn’t care. (For the record, I now get them waxed every so often and I tweeze in between waxings).
I randomly decided I’m going to try out some “girly” things that I have not done previously because I have convinced myself I’m beyond these skills. Granted, most girls conquered these skills before middle school, but what can I say? I’m a late bloomer in so many facets:
I am going to learn how to paint my nails.
I am going to learn how to use a bobby pin to my advantage.
These 2 lofty goals are laughable to some, but to me, these are huge steps. Currently, if I painted the nails on one hand and then had my 4 year old nephew paint on the other hand, and then had you judge who did what, there would be a moment of deliberation. I’m really that bad. I attempted to paint my nails right before I went home to Thanksgiving — after they were dry, I had an itch on my leg — and smudged 3/5 of the nails. I feel determined to get this simple skills right. My mom always commented when I was younger that I paint my nails like I’m painting a board……apparently that’s not how you do it. I have a Bachelor of Science degree, I survived a semester of Organic Chemistry, I think I can handle this. So I tried it out last night with a fun purple color: not too bad. For my 1st actual attempt at this, I feel pretty accomplished. No, I couldn’t open a nail salon, but still better than what I have done in the past.
Bobby pins on the other hand, are quite the opposite. I can never get those things to stay in my hair without the use of a professional hair stylist. I want to pull off the faux bob, and my 1st attempt was laughable at best. I’m going to keep trying. And failing. I also need to learn how to french braid. I tried to teach myself, and that didn’t work either. Hopefully by the time I’m 35 (that’s 3 years, folks), I’ll have mastered all these techniques.