Neon Melon - Review

Let me get this straight: I'm not a girly girl (seriously? Pink? Fluffy dresses? Enough makeup to look like a clown? Gag.) I love color. Especially bright, in-your-face obnoxious colors. 

When I saw the large bin of neon nail polishes for only $1.99 a pop, both the penny pincher and color lover in me came to an immediate agreement: Must.have. (and that is not often). 

The End.

But not really.

I got two other colors, neon orange and dirt brown (want to see? Let me know), and while I have not tried the latter yet, I love both the neon colors. 

  

If you've tried it before, you know how hard it is to to capture neon's true color. The left photo is an accurate representation of the color of my hand. The right is pretty much the actual color of the polish - depending on its mood. Sometimes it decides to turn into strange hues in different lighting. I swear it was plotting against me.

This color is streaky, it took me two coats on top of a white base coat to get the right shade. And side note: the white base coat on neons do make a difference. It brightens and brings out the color without you having to layer on enough polish to paint a small house. 

The drying time was fast, probably around 1 minute. It also chipped fast, but that's normal for me since I work with my hands a lot. For the average wearer, I'd say this would last a good 2+ days before chipping. 

What's your favorite nail polish color?

A Scrap of Fiction

I'm not entirely sure about this. 

I like this piece on its own, for even though it is short and technically not a true short story, it (for me) came across deep enough and solid enough to stand on its own. However, I've been toying with the idea of lengthening it and making it into a proper short story. Take a look, and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is most welcome! Oh - and if you have any ideas for a better title, I'd like to hear about it.

And as usual, this is entirely mine and you are not allowed to take it. If you would like to link back to it, ask first. 

Now that we have that out of the way, here it is:

To Share A Heart

The sense of misty nostalgia settled in as the paper unfolded. It crackled as she smoothed it out with both hands on her desk, taking a deep breath as she leaned forward, placing both elbows on either side of it. Cupping her chin in her hands, her eyes scanned over the paper before coming to rest on one particular part.

I miss you. I love you. I hope I never forget you fully, because you were one of the best friends I have ever had. You’re something special; I hope you know that. God protect you and quicken your soul. Until next time we meet, be it on this earth or on the other side of eternity.

So free, so honest. So open. She stared at the paragraph for a long time, the gentle whisper of the wind brushing past the open window as the old clock ticked away the seconds. Tracing her finger over the words, a small smile broke through, though it only brought out the sadness in her eyes.

“Sharing your heart was always so easy for you,” she murmured. It was true. The difference between them was night and day. One was open and free; the other closed and guarded. No matter how hard the others tried, the latter forever refused to open up. She was always private, always mysterious, though it never made her any less human.

Forever is a long time to never see you again, her brain mused silently. It had been a year to the day. Not a single one of those days went by without some kind of reminder of what she had lost.

“I miss you.”

The whisper was so soft, only the speaker could possibly hear it. She closed her eyes as her lower lip trembled, every ounce of pent up emotion straining her voice. A quiet sigh escaped as she laid her head down on her arms.

“God, please watch over them, wherever they are.” She buried her face deeper into her arms, as if trying to hide her moment of human brokenness. “I wish I could’ve told you…” but she stopped in mid sentence. Shaking her head, she took a deep, shaky breath and lifted her head, facing the world once again as her eyes took on their usual determination. But before she got up to walk away, her eyes softened once again as the words she never said, and every bit of emotion she never showed floated dreamily across the room, evaporating into the air as it faded away.

“I miss you. I love you. There’s no way I’ll ever forget you…I hope you know that.”

Today, Be Grateful

1 Corinthians 10:13 – No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it. 

I’ve been seeing way too much negativity lately. Too many are dwelling on things that are trivial and utterly pointless. It’s not worth wasting another moment of your life living off irrational, negative emotions.

So today, be realistic. Be grateful. If you have a house to live in, people and a God who loves you, don’t have to worry about your next meal, and have clothes to wear, you should see that you already have everything you need to be happy.

What are you grateful for, and what makes you happy? I’m loving crazy, wild colors.

Open your eyes people. God is good, and life isn’t perfect, but it sure is beautiful.

Don't you dare forget that.

Pixie

A song I’ve been loving: He Said

The Forever

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Eggless Pancakes

Sooo.......you know those moments when you plan on making something, assemble all ingredients only to find you have just ONE main thing missing? 

Yeah, I just had one of those moments recently. 

Thankfully, the plan was pancakes, the missing ingredient was eggs, and pancakes can be easily made without eggs. The problem? They don't get as tall and fluffy as they do with eggs. I'm sure you won't mind though, this recipe is delicious. 

Never made pancakes before? That's okay, they're pretty easy.

Tip #1: Melt butter in the pan you'll be using. It makes for less dishes to wash later. 

#2: Always add the liquid ingredients last. It mixes better this way. Don't argue. 

#3: Whisk just until it all comes together and is mostly smooth. If you over-mix, you'll reinvent hockey pucks. Or door stoppers.

#4: Use just a tiny, tiny bit of oil to fry them. They don't need much. Promise.

And last but not least, you can keep the finished pancakes warm in the oven while you fry up the rest, or simply stick the entire finished batch in for a few minutes before serving. 

That's it! The full recipe is below. Questions? Just let me know.

Eggless Pancakes

Servings: 4-6

1 1/2 cups flour

1 tablespoon sugar

3 1/2 teaspoons baking powder

cinnamon, to taste (optional)

nutmeg, to taste (optional)

1 1/2 cups milk

2-3 teaspoons vanilla extract

3 tablespoons butter, melted

coconut oil or butter, for frying

Whisk all the dry ingredients together in a large bowl. Make a well and pour in remaining ingredients. Whisk just until mixed.

Heat a pan over medium heat with a tiny bit of coconut oil or butter. Spoon rounds of batter onto pan and cook over medium low to low heat until browned. Flip and cook other side. 

Serve hot with butter and maple syrup!

New Design! And a thank you

Look! New design! I like it. Pretty snazzy, no?

Thanks to Olivia for all her work on putting this together. 

Also, I just want to send out a big fat thank you (since I am generally horrible about compliments and thank you's and the like) to everyone who stopped by and read, followed, and commented (as well as to those who will be doing so in the future). You guys are making this so much fun!

Be sure to check back tomorrow for a tasty recipe and step by step photos.

Keep your chin up, life's beautiful.

Pixie

Simply Trusting

"Reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence. Confident expectation of something; hope."

Trust. It's a simple word, holding much deeper meaning than meets the eye. 

To trust is to place reliance and confidence on someone, or something. It's a delicate thing, this thing called trust. If it breaks, someone's bound to get hurt. 

In in world full of mistrust, misplaced trust, and broken trust, who do you trust fully, deeply, and honestly?

I know who I'm trusting.

The Infamous First Post

Well all things have to start somewhere, don't they?

I'm Pixie. Yes, that's a nickname. What's my real name? Until I get some things straightened out and plans put together, don't hold your breath for that one.

Bear with me, this blog has a lot of work ahead of it. But just so it doesn't look quite so empty (and to get that first post out of the way) you shall have this to stare at until I get around to posting more. Which might be whenever.

So who am I?

I'm a teenaged girl. I ride horses, love writing, baking cookies and running barefoot. Among many things, I appreciate honesty and find people amusing. I'm an imperfect work in progress, but am completely saved by grace.

Does the rest really matter?