Repairing Glitter Shoes With Nail Polish

Buying new shoes for a kid once every six months can be tough, especially if the reason you're buying them isn't because said child grew out of her shoes, but because all the glitter came off and now, in the words of my mother, the shoes need a good throwing away.

I get so frustrated with the quality of products these days, but I wasn't raised to be wasteful, and if I can fix something rather than replace it, I do. Interestingly enough, I got the idea to repair my children's shoes with nail polish from the book Little Women. In the book the family goes through a tough time financially, and rather than be shamed in front of her peers, one of the daughters paints her old shoes so they look new again. Given that nail polish is essentially paint, and I have a whole lot of it, I decided to try this trick with my daughter's glitterless yet still wearable shoes. 

I've done this a lot already, usually with solid colored shoes, but the ones I tackled today were easily the most desiccated and most colorful, thereby making them the most complicated to repair. Nonetheless, I want to share the process with you, incase, like me, you're a total tightwad.

Prep: Gather all your supplies so you don't have to keep getting up. 

I used rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, Q-tips, hair cutting scissors, super glue, a paper plate (to catch drips) and TONS of nail polish. I use the cheapest I can find, and I never go buy any just for this project, I just have an enormous hoarde. But if you had to, some brands are much cheaper than new shoes.

I did this project at my dining room table because I have done it a lot before and am very experienced, but I would recommend either sitting on a tile floor or at a stone countertop for your first go, because nail polish does not come out of wood finish, and nail polish remover has the same effect as paint thinner, and you don't want a big raw spot in the middle of your table. Worst case scenario if all you have is carpet and wood, sit outside or use tons of newspaper to cover your indoor workspace.

Step 1: Make necessary repairs.

If the shoes have lost their luster, chances are they need some other repairs. This is where the super glue comes in. I use the gel kind so it doesn't drop all over the place, but I still end up getting it on my hands every time, so if you have sensitive skin you might want to use rubber gloves. I put the glue in the gap between the sole and the shoe upper and just hold it there for about a minute until it sticks by itself.

Step 2: Give the shoes a haircut.

Along with loss of glitter, you might notice these annoying little strings that pop up along the seams of the shoes. RESIST THE URGE TO PULL THEM. They do NOT stop unraveling. Instead, grab some nail scissors or hair cutting scissors and give the shoes a little trim wherever you see loose threads. Make sure to clean the scissors with alcohol afterwards, you don't want shoe bacteria in your hair or nails.

Step 3: Clean any dirt you see.

These shoes have a little Hello Kitty head on the toe, and she had seen better days. I used rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball to clean her.

Step 4: Paint over white spots.

This step isn't always necessary, but if the shoes are so scuffed that there is absolutely no glitter at all in some spots, it's best to use a solid paint color that is similar to the glitter color so you don't have to use tons of coats of polish to cover it. On these shoes I used fast drying matte neon pink as the base paint.

Step 5: Glitter it up, baby!

This was the longest part of the process for me. These shoes were a combination of pink, purple, and red glitter, and they were the large grain glitter, not the fine glitter, so I had to dig deep into my admittedly enormous hoard of nail polish to find the right colors. You have to wait for it to dry between each coat, too.

Step 6: Details.

Not all shoes have this, but these Hello Kitty slippers have a faux leather hem around the top and some on the toe, and I didn't have the exact shade so I had to be creative and mix two colors. I mixed them on my paper plate, using the brush from the darker color to mix. When I was finished, I wiped as much of it off on the plate as possible before putting it back into the jar.

Make sure to let the shoes dry overnight before your child wears them!

The final result is below. The shoes turned out a little darker shade of pink than they started out, and they don't look perfect, obviously, but they do look a lot better, and they'll last her until school lets out at least.

Taking a Nature Walk on an "I'm bored" Summer Day

Picture source: www.mrjacksfarm.com

It has been miserably hot here since about mid June so we have been staying inside with the blinds closed, the curtains drawn and the lights off, cave man style to save energy. We only have one family car, so Eric takes it to work and it leaves us with few options of how to fill our hours. There's only so much coloring a kid can do before she starts speaking whine-ese and repeating the phrase "I'm bored" like a broken record. She loves movies but I hate having her planted in front of the TV for hours on end so yesterday morning, before the whining could start I decided we would go take a nature walk.

Bella's "yuck" face!

Unfortunately, I didn't take pictures of us on the walk, because I was having too much fun! We just walked around the lake in our neighborhood and picked "samples" (aka leaves). I would have Bella run up and grab a leaf sample and we would talk about the tree or bush it came from, she would smell it and see if it smelled good and then we would put them in our "sample box" (the compartment in the stroller handle). After we picked a sample from pretty much every tree, bush and interesting piece of grass out there I walked her to the playground and pushed her and Vivienne on the swings, and even let Vivi go down the baby slide!

When we got home we had a snack of apples and water, and Vivi had this Dole "fruit squish 'ems" thing. I can't say precisely what it is about this thing that is so nasty, but it is just absolutely repellent. Eric bought them because we had a coupon for them, and it's essentially baby food so we thought we could take them with us when we went places and give them to Vivi, but they are gross! It might be that they have the color and texture of grainy applesauce and the odd flavor of blueberries, like, extremely potent blueberries. Whatever the issue, none of us liked it. Vivi and Bella made the funniest faces when trying it, so of course I had to try it myself. Yuck. After that I just gave Vivi an apple slice and let her use her two teeth to chomp on it a bit and gum it all up.

Bella's rubbings! I can't identify all of these - there's Juniper,
Crepe Myrtle, Red Oak, and some kind of evergreen, and I
don't know what that cat-tail looking thing is.

After snack we sat down with some paper and crayons and made leaf rubbings! We talked about each plant sample again and how to make a leaf rubbing. I had intended to press each sample and keep it for a scrap book, but Vivi got grumpy and needed to be nursed and put down for a nap and then afterwords I just forgot about them until this morning and they're all dried out! I suppose I could still press them if I had some clear contact paper or laminating sheets but I don't, and it was fun enough that we could do it again and I will save those instead.

The trick about doing something like this in the Texas heat is to do it well before noon. We left the house at 9:00 AM and got back before 11:00, and we were all still sweaty and tired! Thank God for air conditioning!

Stuff Bella Says

Bella has always been a talkative child. Whatever comes to her mind immediately comes out her mouth. The other day I was sitting at the island in our kitchen and (apparently) my low-waisted jeans were showing what I refer to as my H.A.C. (high ass crack - no seriously, it practically starts up between my shoulder blades). So she comes up and says, "Moooom! Your butt is showing!" I'm kind of sassy so I retort, "Do you like it?" instead of getting all grossed out she bursts into giggles and says "Yes! I love it, I want to hug it!" and then seriously, she hugged my butt. Where did this kid come from? She totally gets my sarcasm and she's still not even four years old.

Sometimes she doesn't even mean to be funny. For her third birthday we had a pool party at the neighborhood pool. Since we were outside we bought small boxes of Nerds™for the party bags (because anything chocolate would have melted in the Central Texas heat). A few days after the party there were still plenty left over and she asked me if she could have some. She had been good that day, so I relented and she followed me, skipping, to the pantry. I'm reaching up to get them when I hear her say "Mmmmm! Turds! I love turds!" I laughed for five solid minutes, and then had a hard time explaining to her what was so funny.

Just this morning she was looking at one of my copies of "Us Weekly" and said, "Mommy, is this magazine about fashions or boobies?". That's a valid question, I think.

When she tooted in front of my friend Kristen, her excuse was that the fart came from her elbow. Kristen advised her to go get that looked at.

Just the other day she was playing Doc McStuffins with my friend Michelle and told her she was sick with "bad-itis".

Bella makes a bubble beard and bubble hat

When I was first pregnant with Vivienne and we didn't know what we were having, we kept telling her she was going to have a baby brother or sister, so one time when my sister Pam was babysitting her she proudly proclaimed, "I got a baby butter sister... in da mama".

When I was working, I had to get her up early and drop her off at my friend Ashley's house who would watch her for us while we were at work, one morning she said to her, "I was sleepy, like a sleepy chicken" but she said it so somberly that it really made me chuckle.

Random Cuteness:

Bella cuddles her Jimmy John's sandwich

I love how she puts an "M" in front of everything. Her friend Alexis is "Malexis" (it sounds like "molasses" when she says it), she also says "Maprade" (Parade), "Magraff" (Giraffe) and "Magrage" (Garage).

She always asks you if you remember things that either didn't happen or you weren't there for.
"Mama, remember when Nanny and me saw peacocks at the zoo?"
"I wasn't there for that, sweet pea."
"Mama, remember when that hippo farted?"
(Laughing) "That was a youtube video, sweetie."
"Mama, remember when I ride on a unicorn on the rainbow and I'm a princess fairy?"
"Uh... no, no I don't remember that at all, honey."

She bookends questions with "why":
"Why I hafta take a nap, why?"

Some gems from my Facebook page:

Bella is well on her way to becoming a full on movie buff. She picked out "Young Frankenstein" to watch, and then ran into the living room about half way through and exclaimed, "Mama! The bookcase squish his face, and he say, 'PUT THE CANDLE...BACK!'" and then she ran around the living room for 5 minutes giggling and screaming "PUT THE CANDLE BACK! PUT THE CANDLE BACK!"

Bella this morning: "Mama, Bampires are mean!"
Me: "Vampires?"
Bella: "Yeah cuz Bampires are mean to princesses, and all peoples are scary to her."

Bella has learned to use her cuteness the same way a super villain might use his powers. She came into the kitchen tonight and the following conversation ensued:
Bella: "What are THOSE?!" (Pointing to some cake pops I've just made)
Me: "Cake Pops"
Bella: (Folds hands together like she's praying and squeals) "OOOH I WUV cake pops! I eat them?"
Me: (I pick her up because she's so cute I just can't resist) "Not tonight, but you can have one tomorrow."
Bella: (She throws her arms around my neck) "Okay. Lets be rain clouds!"
Me: "Rain clouds?"
Bella: "Yeah. Tickle me!" (She jumps down and runs off screaming and giggling.

Bella just ran into the living room as Eric was hanging my new curtains and said, "It smells like dragonflies in here."

I made up a little song with Bella's name to teach her what her full name is, but I think she may be a little confused about her surname, because just now in the tub I found her singing it thusly:
"Isabella Charlotte Abrahamsen!"
"Isabella Charlotte Abra-footies!"
"Isabella Charlotte Abra-booty!"
"Isabella Charlotte Abra-tooties!"
"Isabella Charlotte Abra-scratches!"
"Isabella Charlotte Abra-boo-boo!"

We're watching TV and a diet pill ad comes on, Bella watches for a second and then (parroting a phrase that is repeated often in the ad) yells, "EWW! WOOK! BODY FAT!" I bust out laughing, in response she starts trying to make me laugh by screaming out things like "Body fat in you head! Body fat in you feet!" So I'm laughing uncontrollably now thinking of all these people who need diet pills for their fat heads and feet.

"Bitamins make you all shiny and warm in your froat, mama." - Bella's assessment of the benefits of vitamins.

Last night I wrapped Bella in her unicorn towel after she got out of her bath and in response she said, "I'm a unicorn! Moo!" And I started to say that's not the sound unicorns make when I realized I don't know WHAT sound unicorns make.

This morning Bella came to me holding her "Fur Real Friends" kitty and looking all sullen and pouty she says to me, "Kitty BIT me." I seriously could not stop laughing.

Whatever you have, Bella has the sparkle version of that. According to her, anyway.
Sample conversation:
"What are you doing, mama?"
"I'm doing laundry."
"Oh. I got my sparkle laundry?"
"...Is that a question?"
"No, I TELLING you, I got my sparkle laundry, mama."
"Oh..kay... Sparkle laundry sounds interesting, baby."

And the pièce de résistance:

On the way home from viewing Christmas lights (two years ago) she made up her own version of Silent Night that goes like this:
Silent night
Tryin' to sleep
Under the blanket
Silent night
Dreaming night
Tuesday night
Silent night
In a blanket
And a cake
Silent night
Silent night
Night night
Sleeping
In the stars
Silent...
(long pause)
Silent night
Silent day
Silent sleep
(Unintelligible but emphatic)
(Makes snoring sounds)
And I wake up!
And I not cry!
And it's sad!
And I not cry!
And a wakey
Silent night
Never night
German night
Okay
Silent day
Stylin' lemon (<-- I swear she sang that)
Where Bella sleep

Reflecting in the Mirror of My Children

I'm up early to write and it's raining outside, I was going to have coffee but I think, when it rains, tea is more appropriate. I went to visit my Grandmother recently (I'll write a separate post about that visit) and  Vivienne crawled for the first time at her house! It was really neat that my Grandmother got to witness that, and that it happened in the same house where my own mother was raised.

Vivienne on the day she was born! She didn't cry much!

Whenever I see Vivi do something new it reminds me of something that Bella used to do as a baby. When Vivienne started clapping recently I remembered that Bella used to clap when she was upset, and it always made me giggle. I know that clapping is a developmental milestone and I just think it's funny that, as infants, we assign our own meaning to it. To Bella, it was a way to express irritation and malcontent, not happiness or praise. I could have made up a new song for her, "If You're Grumpy, and You Know it, Clap Your Hands".

Bella at about 8 months - this baby is mislabeled!

Bella was always more highly-strung than Vivienne. As a tiny baby, she hated to have her diaper changed, but hated more to sit in her mess. She would cry the instant her diaper was wet but wanted to hold your hands while you changed her, so a peaceful diaper change for that child required four hands. I guess it must be scary to be laid on your back (unswaddled) as a tiny baby because both of my children would throw their arms out when laid on the changing table as if trying to regain their balance, and Bella would always try to grab a hold of her self, if she had a onesie on she would get a good handfull of it and shriek for dear life, but if she didn't she would grip her own skin! I remember seeing her with a good handfull of the flesh on her chest, trying to pry free her tiny fingers and thinking, Stop it, kid! I bet that hurts!

Sweet baby Bella on her first day of life!

It's really neat getting to see all the ways my children are the same, and the myriad of ways they are different. I knew the first day she was born that Vivienne was going to be very different from Isabella. Vivienne had no latching issues like Bella had. When Bella was born I had already been up for 24 hours straight by the time she was born and when she couldn't latch I stayed up a further 12. I have never, ever been so exhausted, yet so unable to sleep, worrying about my child. So when Vivi was born and latched right on and went right to sleep I didn't know what to do. I recall waking up at 6 AM in a complete panic the day after she was born because she hadn't woken me up since midnight. Bella fed every two hours, Vivi slept for 4-6 hours at a time since the day she was born.

Every Mother Has Cassandra Complex

In case you've never heard of her, here's what Wikipedia has to say about Cassandra, "[according to] Greek mythology, Cassandra was a daughter of Priam, the King of Troy. Struck by her beauty, Apollo provided her with the gift of prophecy, but when Cassandra refused Apollo's romantic advances, he placed a curse ensuring that nobody would believe her warnings. Cassandra was left with the knowledge of future events, but could neither alter these events nor convince others of the validity of her predictions".

In case you haven't realized it yet, if you're a mom, this is you. Not that our status as Mom gives us the gift of prophesy, per se, however, our life experiences have imbued us with knowledge of actions and consequences, and human behavior in general. We may understand that the boy who is picking on our daughter probably has a crush on her, or that the girl who is excluding her may be reacting to her own fears of being excluded, but nothing we can say will make our children understand that the way we do. Things that roll right off your back as an adult can be truly devastating as a child. It's really tough to have to watch your child experience these hurts for the first time and know that there's nothing you can do to stop it or assuage her grief.

I haven't experienced this too much yet, but I know I'm in for it big time. They say when you become a mom, you get paid back in kind for the way you behaved as a child. When I was a little girl, my oldest brother, Steven, was about to graduate high school the year before I started Kindergarten. (I know, poor mom! She got one out and another just started!) and he took me aside and gave me some sage advice. He said, "When I was a kid, people told me I was stupid, and I believed them. Don't ever let anyone tell you you're stupid." He meant, of course, that I shouldn't let people tell me lies about myself, but, being that I was only five, I took it quite literally, and anytime anyone told me I was stupid I told them they were wrong. I stood up for myself and never, ever believed I was stupid. I wish I had understood the broader meaning, and not allowed others to tell me I was ugly, trashy or worthless, which are beliefs I held until I was in high school. 

I kept all the diaries I ever had, starting with the first one I ever got, in fifth grade. When I went back recently and read through some of them, the one I kept in 8th grade had a lot of musings in it like, "My mom keeps giving me stupid advice about how to get boys to like me," - that's what I thought of my mom's advice, it was all "stupid". In retrospect, my mother had some very wise advice, not just about boys, but life in general that I never, ever listened to. I simply sat in my room and cried when people were mean to me, instead of standing up for myself. I vividly remember the first time someone other than my mom told me I was pretty; it was my Freshman year in high school and I had gone back to the middle school to visit my 8th grade English teacher, Mrs. Lopez. I was walking with her down the hall and she kept looking at me and finally said, "Elizabeth, I have to say, you were always pretty, but you have gotten so much prettier over the summer!" I was abashed and said thanks, and I have never forgotten it. 

Why did I believe my brother when he told me I was smart, but not my mom when she told me I was pretty? She'd been telling me that since before I can remember. All I can assume is that my thought was that mothers are obligated to love, and love is blind, and so mom can't possibly know whether or not I'm pretty. 

I'm dreading the time when my eldest, Bella, comes home crying because some mean kid told her some lie about herself. I will hug her and wipe her tears and tell her all the same things my mom told me, and she won't believe a word of it. I'm going to have to let her fall and hurt herself, skin her knees and get emotionally bruised, because, as a Cassandra Mom, she will never believe me when I tell her differently. I guess, when that day comes, I will call my mom and cry with her over the phone, and ask for some more advice that I finally understand is not "stupid", but wise, and helpless in the face of her child's pain. 

Learning the Ropes...Again

Vivienne and Isabella, April 2013

It's been about a month and a half since I started staying home with my two daughters, on purpose this time. I was a stay at home mommy for 13 months when I was unemployed between February 2010 and March 2011. I had all but given up hope of getting another job when I was hired to work for Texas PTA as the Communications Coordinator. Working for a non-profit really changed my perspective of what I do for a living. Instead of looking at things from a sales perspective, I was using my talents to work toward a goal, which seems so much more self-actualizing. I loved working there but after Vivienne was born it became a lot harder to afford daycare, and then when the tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut happened in December 2012 I developed separation anxiety and I began feeling like I needed to start spending my time with my children instead of at an office while someone else raises them. This is not to say that I feel judgement for anyone who chooses to work, I just really, very fervently wanted to be the one to raise my children, see all their milestones and teach them their first lessons in life. This is my passion, just as some people's passions are their careers.

It has been interesting so far, Bella is much more advanced than she was when I started back to work, she talks incessantly and has a wild imagination that is very entertaining for all of us! I am trying to teach her the alphabet and she has the classic bright-child problem where if she doesn't know the answer to a question she will make one up. When I point to a letter and ask her, "What letter is this?" if she doesn't know it, she will make up some inventive new letters like "Key", "Co", "Bo" and "Bum". Vivi just sprouted her first tooth, and when she's not teething is just about the sweetest natured, mild mannered, easy-going child anyone could ask for. Whenever I'm feeling overwhelmed or exhausted I can just pick her up and hold her and her serenity seeps into me and calms me down.

I hope that this blog will be the personal side of my professional blog, and I expect to be able to write more often now that I'm staying home with my sweet babies. Thanks for stopping by!