19 Pumpkin Nail Designs I Actually Tried (And Which Ones Are Worth the Effort)
I’ll be real with you: I didn’t think I was a “pumpkin nail” person. My nails are short, my cuticles are a disaster in October, and every year I screenshot…
Read MoreI’ll be real with you: I didn’t think I was a “pumpkin nail” person. My nails are short, my cuticles are a disaster in October, and every year I screenshot…
Read MoreI spent the first week of January staring at a blank wall in my living room. Not a metaphorical blank wall — an actual, completely empty wall where a gallery…
Read MoreI still remember helping my cousin Maya move into her freshman dorm at a state school three hours from home. We had the car packed so tight that I was…
Read MoreI still remember the first time I walked into my freshman dorm. Beige cinder block walls, a mattress that felt like a wrapped-up park bench, and overhead lighting that made…
Read MoreI have a confession. For about three years straight, my manicure rotation was chrome, chrome, and more chrome. If it didn’t reflect light like a disco ball, I wasn’t interested.…
Read MoreI still remember the year my cousin Maya graduated from high school. Her mom — my aunt Deb — spent three weekends building a “Memory Lane” photo display that involved…
Read MoreI still remember the panic sweat from planning my sister’s grad party two years ago. I had convinced myself I needed a full Pinterest-worthy balloon arch, a custom photo booth,…
Read MoreI used to think fall nail designs meant one of two things: a basic burgundy you could find at any drugstore, or some elaborate leaf-art situation that took three hours…
Read MoreI still remember my cousin’s 18th like it was yesterday — not because it was fancy, but because her mom rented out a local pizza place, invited 15 people, and…
Read MoreI still remember the look on my cousin Priya’s face when she opened a “decorative” ceramic elephant from an aunt — she was a sophomore living in a 10×12 dorm…
Read MoreI used to think winter nails meant one of two things: boring glitter French tips, or some Pinterest-perfect snowflake design that took my nail tech forty-five minutes and still chipped…
Read MoreI have a confession: I once spent $87 on pumpkins for a front porch that’s maybe six feet wide. That’s roughly $14.50 per square foot of gourd. My husband still…
Read MoreI have a confession. My first fall in my 410-square-foot studio, I went to Target, spent $87 on tiny ceramic pumpkins and a “harvest” sign that just said “GATHER” in…
Read MoreI’ll be honest with you: I resisted the chrome nail thing for way too long. I blamed it on my job — I type all day, I cook most nights,…
Read MoreI almost didn’t repaint my nails this January. I had a half-chipped gel manicure left over from New Year’s Eve — glitter tips, obviously — and I figured I’d just…
Read MoreI have a confession: I used to be a year-round red nail polish person. Same shade, same shape, every appointment. It took my nail tech gently suggesting — for the…
Read MoreThe first Thanksgiving I ever hosted, I spent six hours on a turkey and about eleven minutes on my nails. Which is why every single photo from that day features…
Read MoreI have a confession: I avoided brown nail polish for years. I thought it would look muddy against my skin tone, or worse, like I’d forgotten to wash my hands.…
Read MoreI used to think fall manicures meant one thing: dark burgundy, every single year. Which is fine, but after my third October in a row staring at the same wine-colored…
Read MoreI used to think fall nails just meant “swap the pastel for burgundy and call it a day.” Then my friend Jess showed up to brunch in October with this…
Read MoreI used to think short nails meant “barely there” polish and calling it a day. Then my nail tech at a tiny salon in Koreatown told me I was filing…
Read MoreI have a confession: I used to think December nails meant the same three things every year. Candy cane stripes. A snowflake decal that peeled off by December 12th. Maybe…
Read MoreI used to think October nails meant one of two things: a single glossy black coat or a full-on candy corn explosion. Then I spent three Octobers in a row…
Read MoreI’ll be honest with you: I have short nails. Not “short by choice for aesthetic reasons” short. Actually short. The kind where a nail tech looks at my hands and…
Read MoreI have a confession: I used to be the person who bought those cheap cobwebs in a bag and threw them over a picture frame five minutes before guests arrived.…
Read MoreI have a confession: I used to be the person who slapped on a single coat of black polish on October 30th and called it a Halloween manicure. It chipped…
Read MoreI have a confession: I once spent $72 on a salon Halloween manicure that started chipping by day four. Four days. For that money, I could have bought a decent…
Read MoreI have a confession: I spent most of 2023 avoiding French tips because I associated them with the thick, square, pink-and-white sets that dominated middle school. My friend Priya tried…
Read MoreI have worn glasses since I was nine years old, and I have a very specific memory of Halloween 2019. I was standing in my bathroom, trying to put in…
Read MoreI have a confession: I spent my entire 20s wearing costumes that required a body glue intervention and heels I couldn’t walk in past 9 p.m. Now I’m 42, my…
Read MoreI was 31 weeks pregnant on Halloween two years ago, and I spent the entire week before scrolling through Pinterest, convinced I’d either look like a giant orange balloon or…
Read MoreI’ve been engaged for nine months now, and I can tell you the costume pressure hits different when you’re a fiancé. Suddenly every party feels like a test of your…
Read MoreA teacher friend of mine spent $40 on an elaborate costume her first year teaching third grade, wore it for exactly one recess duty, and came back inside with the…
Read MoreMy grandmother wore the same “witch” costume to her senior center Halloween party for about six years running, and every year she complained about the cheap polyester dress snagging on…
Read MoreI used to buy a wig for basically every costume, until I actually sat down and did the math: $15-20 a year, every year, for a wig that usually looked…
Read MoreI learned this lesson the hard way three Halloweens ago, standing on a porch in Minneapolis in a costume that was basically a bedsheet and some face paint, watching my…
Read MoreA few Octobers ago I ordered a “one size fits most” witch costume online. It showed up in a bag the size of a sandwich, and when I held it…
Read MoreMy sister’s beagle, Biscuit, has worn exactly one full-body costume in his life. It was a $28 hot dog bun with a velcro belly strap, and he lasted about four…
Read MoreA few years ago my friend Renee ordered a “one size fits most” witch dress online for $34. It arrived in a bag the size of a sandwich, and when…
Read MoreTwo Octobers ago, my friend Dana tried to put her sons in matching Mario and Luigi outfits. Her seven-year-old loved it. Her three-year-old lasted until the first porch, sat down…
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