Grandparent endorsed talon accessorising… they won’t even notice your piercing and/or tattooing with these bad boys…
My Poodle Pink appropriation is for all you fussy B!tches – you know who you are! It’s not a bad thing, it’s just a thing… really. The only thing I’m fussy about, per say, is my hair… and my nails… and my accessories… and my glitter. OK, fine I is a fussy parrot. Moving on, I love this colour – it reminds me of the inside of my Nan’s hair rollers carry bag; and yes, that was thing in the day. It was taupe leather on the outside and lined with dusty pink cotton. On this note, Darlings… check your innuendo at the door – this is Nanna’s we’re talking about, Bloody sickos.
Now, Nan did love to have a very zhushed and voluminous mane, probably didn’t help that all her mixed race grand-baby-raptors had thick black manes – which would be moulted all through her shag-carpet floors. Again, Nanna, very sorry we moulted so much. I once asked her why she didn’t let the cats inside and she explained that with all her addon-spawnlings bouncing off the walls, there was enough cleaning up. Nuff said – we were messy little grublings.
Stand out memory of my late and fabulous Nan was the one day I convinced her that (as a 9 year old) she should let me style her hair – and mind you was an electrocuted sea urchin as I only undertook maintenance 3 times a week and had no idea about hair. Hair upkeep. Hair styling. Hair anything. So I didn’t know what there’s certain grain, tighness, sizing for a good curl. By the time I’d finished, Nan looked like a mangled hairdressers mannequin and I was Hysterical. As in crying. I failed hard and ruined my Nan – who found my hysteria very amusing.
Very easy and so wearable, your Nanna could rock
-ing chair this! Start with dusty pink on all talons but the feature. Take your AB and gold glitter additives, tap and drag them from the cuticle on middle (snickers) and pointer finger. Finish the look with a thick antique silver glitter contrast talons.
This one transcends age, as in – everyone can wear it and I LOVE the colour. Dusty pink, who knew. Got tonnes of comments, mostly because “not a very you colour” and yes, I know. But my Nan would of liked this, matched a few of her summer dressed too. Love to Nanna’s everywhere! x
So what you think, Darling?
Share your experiences with unusual/unexpected colours, torturing older relatives and maiming the mane. Did you burn off some chuncks or just crimp it a bit, as in intentionally?