Saturday, November 7, 2015

I want pretty fingernails........................

When I share something in my blogs, it's only because I want other women to know that they are not alone in their struggle. The struggle to shave your legs with 3 kids bangin on the door...the struggle to color your hair without making a mess of the bathroom or have it run down your bathrobe. The struggle to put on a spanx/girdle of any kind. The struggle of finding the right pair of panty hose. I read and read so many blogs about fashion...what looks good on what figure etc etc. But I want women to know that I am you....I AM THE WOMAN that is REAL. I don't get out of bed and look fresh as a daisy. Honey, my daisy wilted  years ago. I have weathered heart valve issues, thyroid issues (still going through that) which made my hair-fall-out issues,I have glued my eyes shut trying to figure out how to put on eyelashes, I have gained weight, lost weight and gained weight again. I have 6 children doing all kinds of things and some talk to me and some not at one time or another. I have 2 granddaughters that are beautiful, and a boutique where I work constantly.

This morning, I would like to talk about fingernails. Can we just talk about how much I want my hands to look nice? I really do. But I have found after 6 years of being a milliner, my hands have suffered extreme trauma. On my right hand I have a nodule on my thumb which I believe is a ganglion cyst. It is sore and it is lessening as time goes on, but it is bothersome. I have a lump on my pinky on my right hand because I jammed this finger stretching buckram so tight around a pizza pan. Yes...don't ask me my methods of doing things..they are very avant garde. I also caught my thumb under the sewing machine, thus sticking the needle in it. This is just on my right hand. On my left hand, I had a catastrophe with a screwdriver the other day trying to pry an old watch open. So the ball of my hand is very swollen. I looked at my hands yesterday and thought that even though I am 53 years old, my hands look so old and ugly. So, on my journey to the grocery I bought KISS press on nails. For 5.00 you can have the hands that every man would want to touch! YES, LADIES! For 5.00!!!!!  These nails are already painted, and ready to go...all you do, is glue, press and GOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

I bought the flaming red ones. Because I'm a flaming red kind of gal. I measured each one to my finger. They gave me a choice of super glue, or gel tabs. I wanted the easiest, I chose the gel tabs. So..without further adieu, I started gel tabbing and sticking the nails one by one. I didn't read the fine print that said I had to wait for 30 min for the gel tabs to set. So I went about my business of going to work. I stopped at \Produce Junction for veggies. ( a little fruit and veggie outlet in Allentown PA) After paying for my stuff, I picked up my bag only to have my index finger pop off and hit the poor man in the forehead. He picked my nail off the counter and handed it to me. No exchange of words. What could he say?  I looked down at my hands and saw that I had lost 3 nails. Where were the other 2?  I started to panic? I hope no one finds them in the vegetables!  When I got in the car, I looked in the rear view to put on my lipstick. Only to find my other 2 nails dangling from my bangs! I came to work and patiently put all three back on. I'm persistent. I want my hands to look pretty today, DAMMIT!  It's goal today is keeping all 10 of my nails on until which time I am ripping all of them off!!!!!

Tomorrow I'm wearing gloves.....................

Rose Ellen A Moore

RCMoore for the Unique Millinery and Vintage
1729 W Tilghman Street
Allentown PA 18104

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

it's you I like..............

You know...Clayton and I are blessed. We say it every day. We are amazed at how many wonderful and kind people we have met since we opened our business. We have had some jerks too...but they are few and far between.

We have been blessed with a store that has drawn many different types of people together. People that would not normally know each other. I won't even begin to label all the different people. Because I hate labels so much. But I will say that every single one of them is different, beautiful and fabulous in their own way.

As I was scrolling through my YouTube List of favorites the other day, I came across this song by Mr. Rogers. He was a big part of my growing up. In a home full of loud people and an often chaotic atmosphere, he was a calming voice. And I was convinced he never said an unkind word about or to anyone. He sang this song many years ago....something I always remembered and it applies to every one of my customers. Look...he's not a rap guy....he's not anywhere near Justin Timberlake....but these words.......these words are so remember our dear's you we like............

It's you I like,
It's not the things you wear,
It's not the way you do your hair
But it's you I like
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys
They're just beside you.

But it's you I like
Every part of you.
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you I like,
It's you yourself
It's you.
It's you I like.