Favorite Arts and Crafts
As a kid, arts and crafts were the most time consuming and fun activity to do other than play outside. It was easy because crafts simply involved the instruments of my house. We had glue, tape, glitter, paint, play dough, just name it. These essential tools made being a kid pretty great. I could not think of a better way to spend my day than crafting.
I was an artist. A five year old prodigy of painting. I would sway my brush left and right, back and forth, always making sure to mix the best colors, I thought, together to evolve my painting to dark. I would paint a magnificent sun in the top left hand corner of the scrap piece of paper, only to realize I didn’t want a sun anymore. So erase the sun, oh wait, I was painting. I flushed my paint brush into the black and scrambled over my yellow sun, there a black blob. Just what I wanted.
Crafts were difficult for a five year old who had no art talent whatsoever. Arts and crafts are still difficult for a 21-year-old who has no talent with a brush in hand and paint on the brim.
My freshmen year of high school I discovered nail art from a former teammate of mine. I gazed in awe as she described her delicately painted rubber ducky on her ring finger and the soap bubbles it sat on using only a tiny paint brush and a dotting tool. After listening to her explain how she created this microscopic artwork on her nail bed, my obsession began. I bought nail art tools off of Amazon and begged my mom to buy me a bottle or two of nail polish every time we went to Target or Ulta.
Each week became a new design. I’d whip out my bin full of 80+ nail polishes while magazines and paper plates coated in polish splotches toppled the surface. My dining room table became my nail salon as I painted Halloween, watermelons, softballs, Christmas, and even Caribou coffee designs on my nails. Though my parents complained about the toxic fumes of the polish filling up their house for the rest of the day, I didn’t care. But maybe that was “high Bri” talking since I had been smelling that polish for awhile.
One time in particular I attempted to paint Taylor Swift on my nails. It was the first time I had ever seen her in concert, so I figured my nails deserved to be festive for this special occasion. After creating my other designs for the other nails, I decided to paint her face. That’s right. Her face. It took me eight tries to get her face just right on my thumb (I kept messing up her nose), but I somehow pulled it off.
Despite all the time and effort to make the perfect design, you know what the best part about creating nail art is? Peeling it all off on a Sunday and starting fresh.