Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Mom, I Don’t Get You

My daughter said that to me this evening as I asked her what she wanted to put on her fingernails for tomorrow.  She's had picked up on how my enthusiasm for things progresses.   She said, "first it was the makeup and then the hair stuff and now the nails."   And she's exactly right, let me explain...

When I get interested in something, I get really interested in it.   For instance, when the craze for the Rainbow Looms was going on, I got multiple looms and about every color band I couild find.  I was watching YouTube videos and making all sorts of creations.   This was when my children were quite young so I shelved the supplies when my interest waned for some time in the future when I'd be interested in them again.

As it turned out, my daughter was the one who got into making rubber band jewelry.   Given my expansive selection of supplies, she could jump right in—and did so, for weeks on end.   We were drowning in rubber band bracelets for a while here.

I'm like that with things:  I get interested, and by interested, I mean obsessed.   I dive deep into the thing for a while and then move on to the next thing.  In recent months this has included makeup, which I have learned how to apply reasonably, hair styling, including three dummy heads and styling tools and now, fingernail polish & decorations.

I got the idea for the fingernail (I'm going to call it decorations because it's more than just polish) from recent fads in which copious amounts of crystals adorn very long nails.  It looks entirely untenable—hugely long nails with what seemed like delicately applied crystals—but I thought I'd look into it more.  

I started watching a YouTube channel and it looked much easier than I had thought.   Some newer products helped affix large things like pearls and crystals to the nails firmly.   So I ordered some supplies on Amazon.  Supplies weren't even expensive for the most part.   And then I started messing around with my nails.  I couldn't believe it, but things stuck—and I'm notoriously rough with my fingernails.

My thought was that this was something my daughter might like.  She can't tell one color from another when it comes to fingernail polish, but she could feel different things on her fingers.   I had lots of options my daughter could select from the "bag of surprises" as she called it.

I'd collected most of the contents of this bag over many years and had just dumped anything small enough to fit on top of her fingernail into one container.   My daughter picked the largest things and I didn't have much hope they'd stay on, but they did.  Here are her hands after the first day's choices:


A few things fell off but we added more back.   Tonight she let me put on a large iridescent diamond and a pink owl on the two fingers that had come off.   Her fingers look crazy to me, but she can feel each item.  She knows she has yellow sunglasses on her pinky, a bunny rabbit, red flower and lemon. She knows every finger by feel.   It's tactile fingernail decoration, thanks to a polymer and a UV curing light.

It takes about two minutes to affix something to her fingernail and have it completely dry.  It takes longer for her to pick out things than it does to put them on.  We ran into bedtime tonight but tomorrow she's decided she wants two bears on her thumbs.

The Big Boy Update:  My son got some magnetic ball tracks for Christmas.   I don't remember the name of them but when I got home tonight the entire dining room table was covered with tracks he and Whitaker had made.   I got to modify it a bit before he came over and took over and finished the work for me, doing it his way.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter wants the dog to go to bed with her.   Matisse loves getting in bed with her but doesn't want to stay the whole night so we compromise and the dog and I stay for a bit until my daughter is falling asleep.

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