Snowflakes are Mother Nature’s dainty crystals that fall from the heavens above. They have the power to distract us from our frozen toes and sniffling nose with their miraculous artistry. Whether they form on windows or along tree branches, they’re always picturesque and as unique as a fingerprint.
Many scientists claim that no two snowflakes are alike, and, as a child, I remember spending many recesses examining them and trying to prove the academics wrong. However, it was to no avail – it was still fun to try, though!
Paying homage to one of nature’s masterpieces, I created traditional Snowflake Nail Art that’s seasonally appropriate!
To achieve this wintry look, I used the following:
- MoYou Festive Collection Plate #6
- MoYou White Knight (white stamping nail polish)
- OPI Give Me Space (blue)
I lived my entire life in Canada, so I’ve had many years to appreciate the beauty of snow. It’s interesting to hear from people who have never seen snow in person. They are missing out on so many experiences like seeing the ground sparkle when the sunlight hits it and hearing the satisfying ‘crunch crunch crunch‘ under your boots as you walk across a snowy field that’s otherwise so still and quiet, you think you’re looking at a photographic masterpiece.
They’re also missing out on the joy of shovelling the snow manually! (Haha, don’t worry – I was being sarcastic about that last part. I’m not a fan of that!)
When I was a kid, I used to sometimes help my dad and brother to shovel the driveway. They would pull out the huge metal shovels from the garage, and the only shovel left was a small plastic one with a wooden handle for me. (Clearly, they were the ‘workhorses,’ and I was My Little Pony.)
While I tried my hardest to shovel as much as I could, I was not as strong physically as my father and brother. I’d huff and puff after two scoops, while they moved along quickly without a hiccup. (It didn’t help that I also tried to pile up my shovel with enough snow that would equal two little Marys!)
Eventually, my dad used to smile and tell me that they were managing okay and that he didn’t want me to hurt myself. (He must’ve heard my grunts as I swung the shovel with all my might to throw the snow onto the pile on the lawn!)
Shovelling snow was never my thing, so despite my best intentions, I always ended up back in the warmth of our house with my mom. I’d feel guilty about just watching, though, so I would make hot chocolate and bring out piping-hot mugs to them, which they appreciated.