So the title of this post is a little obnoxious, but it’s all I’ve been saying since Donni told me about Jamberry Nails! I worked in the restaurant/hospitality industry for about 5 years, so nail polish was usually a big NO for me. The last thing I needed was chipped nail polish in my guests’ sweet potato. (I also keep the chip nailed look way longer than allowed.) Other than that, I’m not very crafty or DIY savvy–so I usually stick to the basics: a black, blue or red color.
Jamberry and Katie Galligan: Jamberry Nails Independent Consultant are here to change all of that. As you may (or may not) know, The Palmetto Peaches launched on February 13th. We’ve had an amazing amount of support from our family, friends and fellow bloggers. What better way to celebrate than with a giveaway? A Jamberry giveaway! Entering is simple: all you gotta do is like, follow and/or tweet us! Details are below!
Get those entries in, because the contest ends on Friday, March 6th! For more details of our Jamberry adventure, check out “And We’re Jammin”!
Last year, Atlanta experienced a “Snowpocalypse” and the city looked like the title card from The Walking Dead.
For any readers up north, don’t laugh too hard at us Southerners. We’re not built for snow and neither is our city.
Welp, it’s officially another snow day here, although I haven’t seen snow fall (and almost immediately melt) on my side of town since yesterday morning. Basically, a snow day for me means I get to work from the comfort of my couch (in my jammies). I’m actually writing this blog curled up on my couch in my Gamecock onesie and sipping a mint hot chocolate out of my favorite mug. While I may not be able to build a snowman, it doesn’t look like Elsa and the cold weather are headed anywhere any time soon, so I thought I’d share some of my snow day essentials.
Sweater – An oversized hoodie is usually my go to, but this year I am trying to up my style game. This batwing cardigan is perfect for a lazy day in the house or for quick errands around town.
Mug – Whether you’re a tea, hot cocoa or coffee drinker, pour yourself something delicious in your favorite mug and turn on some Netflix. I fully support a good binge watching session.
Fuzzy socks – I don’t think any explanation is necessary. Keep your toesies warm, people!
Slippers – If you aren’t a fuzzy sock lover, I would suggest a fantastic pair of slippers. I love these Minnetonka faux fur-lined moccasin slippers.
Candle – Snow days are the perfect excuse to light a few candles. Bath & Body Works has the yummiest scents, but I’m a fan of canvassing the shelves of Ross or Marshall’s for candles that are super marked down. A few days ago, I scored an awesome Yankee Candle for about $3.
Sherpa Throw Blanket – I went sports-themed here, but find a super soft sherpa throw blanket that matches your décor/ team preference for the ultimate level of snow day coziness.
Basically comfort is the name of the game. What are some of your favorite items for cozying up at home? Tweet me at @donnicakelsey.
Next month, I will officially have been an ATLien for two years. Although, one can argue that I wasn’t really official until I got my GA drivers license (December 2014). One of the things I love about this city is there is always something to do. However, sometimes you just need a girls night in with some wine/beer and ice cream, or if you’re like the Palmetto Peaches, sometimes you combine the two and treat yourself to Frozen Pints — the Honey IPA is my personal favorite.
For a recent girls night in, we decided to a little jammin’ with Jamberry Nail Wraps, a DIY, at-home application, vinyl nail product. Jamberry nail wraps last up to two weeks on fingers and six weeks on toes. They have over 350 designs that won’t chip and require no drying time.
My good friend and fellow Seminole, Katie, is a Jamberry Nails Independent Consultant, and provided Ace and I each a set of nail wraps to try. I opted for Mixed Signals (left) and Ace chose Over It (right).
How cool are they? While I consider myself pretty crafty, my nail painting process goes something like this:
Look at nails in horror.
Decide whether or not to use a base coat (or if I have time/patience).
Apply one coat before bed. Try to sleep with my hands hanging off the bed.
Wake up in the morning to find nail polish on my face and sheets.
Try to fix all the nails I messed up while sleeping with a 2nd coat, all while eating grits and watching the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon on my DVR.
End up with 2 -3 super thick and janky looking nails.
All things considered, this was substantially easier with a much better outcome. To apply you just need: rubbing alcohol, a nail file, manicure scissors (we used some regular scissors), a cuticle pusher (we suck at directions and didn’t use it) and a hair dryer. These are great anytime, but I forsee myself ordering them for vacations or busy weeks when I can’t paint my nails, and need them to still look nice.
To celebrate the one week-a-versary of our launch, The Palmetto Peaches and Katie are giving away a set of Jamberry Nail wraps to one of our readers. Find a pair you like or give them as a gift to your friend/ significant other. Contest instructions are below:
Want to order your own?
Please check out Katie’s Jamberry site. She’s been a consultant since September, but has been a fan of having cute nails for forever. She’s super friendly and can answer all of your Jamberry questions. Also, you can try a sample by filling out this form. Bonus: Katie’s using the commission on her sales to pay for her upcoming wedding! So let’s help her out!! Please note the current catalog is retiring several designs effective March 1st, so any current designs you see will only be there through the end of the month. Additionally, anyone who orders during the time the retiring wraps are still active is eligible to win a $25 Jamberry gift certificate.
“Go home, 2014, you’re drunk.” Me, everyday last year.
My 2014 was drunk. I’m not talking about that good, fuzzy wine-drunk–I’m talking having a $75 tab on $1 vodka night drunk. This time last year, I was sleeping on my sisters’ couches. After a series of unfortunate events, my cute bachelorette pad in Downtown, Charleston was no more. It didn’t burn down or anything. I was just broke. Whenever I say I’m “broke” my aunt chimes in with some inspirational speech about how being broke or broken refers to losing my spirit, heart and mind. I didn’t lose those things in 2014, but I felt like I was damn close to it.
My drive, my passion, my self-confidence– all of it was packed up in plastic bins and cardboard boxes, right next to my high school yearbooks and photo albums. As much as I’d love to blame the clients who weren’t paying me what I was worth, or the cold weather that made me never want to get out of bed–I can’t. I settled. I got comfortable. I was not myself. I kept a pretty decent poker face though. (Nope, that’s not why the call me Ace.)
Photo Credit: Jennine Jacob
Lately I’ve been keeping it real with myself. Everything that is happening or already happened, is a result of MY thoughts and actions. My high school Global Studies teacher, Mr. Orvin, told us we could either adapt, move on or go extinct. Adapting aka settling is where I went wrong, and I have too much to accomplish before I go extinct, aka give up–so moving on is my best bet.
I’m not completely where I want to be yet, but 2015 is already better. I’m in a new city, with my own space, working on something I’m excited about. I have a long list of things to not do this year, but instead of dwelling on them–I’ll focus on the things I want to do and achieve.
Meet the Queen Bey. I’d be okay with making eye contact with her, or just caressing her leg–whichever comes first.
Be present. I’m a Capricorn. I’m a worrier. I’m a planner. I get it, whatever. And although those are the things that make me who I am, they can be annoying. I’m trying (like really trying y’all) to not dwell too much on the past, and to avoid trying to fix something that isn’t even broken yet.
Gain and maintain financial stability. Bruh, I am tired of being the friend with the flask in her purse, not because she’s a lush, but because she’s on a TIGHT budget.
Work for MYSELF 100%. I’m still working on my entrepreneurial spirit, but Lord knows I’m tired of the freelance #StrugLife.
Visit 5 cities or states I’ve never been to. My list so far: Savannah, GA; Denver, Colorado…Yeah, that’s it.
Master meditation. When I’m going through it, Oprah and Deepak are my BFFs. I live for their free guided meditation challenges. My goal is to be able to do it on my own.
So far, 2015 is giving me that fuzzy, wine-drunk vibe. I’ll keep you posted if I’m hung over or not. Was your 2014 drunk like mine? What are your goals for 2015? Comment below or share them with me on Twitter @TheAceAlexa!
50 Shades of Grey has sold more than 100 million copies worldwide.To put that in perspective: Beyoncé has sold about 118 million albums worldwide, Taylor Swift is sitting around 110 million and the iconic Michael Jackson album, Thriller, has sold about 65 million copies. I recently posted a Facebook status about how awful the 50 Shades of Grey series is, and was pleasantly surprised about how many people agreed with me.
I first heard of the series in a staff meeting at an internship. (That’s a blog post for a different day.) It didn’t sound like my cup of tea, so I ignored it. I’ve been able to successfully avoid 50 Shades until a few weeks ago. Blame Beyoncé’s voice in the trailerhaunting me. Curious, I downloaded free .PDF versions of all the books (because let’s be honest, I’d rather spend my Amazon dollars on YA fiction).
It didn’t take me long to figure out how awful the book was. I’m not just talking about the abusive, borderline rape things that were packaged as romance, wrapped in a silk neck tie. But hey, if that’s your thing, I’m not here to judge what you’re into. You do you, boo boo.
However, I will judge how poorly written the book is. I learned from the fantastic responses on my Facebook status that the book started as Twilight fan fiction. Now it all makes sense. (For the record, I read all of the Twilight books and Stephenie Meyer’s writing is a hellava lot better than E. L. James, and that’s not saying much).
Here’s the cliff notes version for those of you haven’t read/ are smart enough not to read the book:
The main character Anastasia Steele, is a 21-year-old (soon-to-be) college graduate, but is literally one of the dumbest people on the planet. Filling in for a friend, she goes to interview Christian Grey, the 27-year-old billionaire tycoon and S&M enthusiast, for their school newspaper. From the moment she trips into his office à la Laney Boggs (albeit — the courting in She’s All That is actually quite sweet), Christian decides he wants her. There’s a hundred or so pages of:
Ana: Why do you want to spank/whip/tie me up/boss me around/stalk me/buy the company I work for? Can’t we be a regular couple?
Christian: Because I like it. No.
The book ends with Christian beating Ana with a belt, and her realizing that their relationship may never be normal and leaving him. Spoiler alert: In the books that follow, they get back together and get married.
Now that the summary is over. Let’s talk about why I hated this book, but also continued to “hate-read” it:
Ana’s inner goddess is a tween with 5SOS posters on her wall:
My inner goddess has her sequins on and is warming up to dance the rumba.
That’s the bottom line. I want to be with him. My inner goddess sighs with relief.
My inner goddess is beside herself, hopping from foot to foot.
My inner goddess jumps up and down with cheer-leading pom-poms shouting yes at me
My inner goddess looks like someone snatched her ice cream.
These are direct quotes, people.
2. I’m pretty sure E. L. James wrote the first draft, and then went back and right-clicked random words to pull up the thesaurus to try to make herself sound smarter. It doesn’t quite gel with the majority of language she uses — which is kind of just a bunch of “holy”, “Jeez” and “oh my’s”.
3. Ana is just basic. Best example — she’s a college student that doesn’t have email. Um, how is that possible? I bet she was the girl who never knew the changes to the syllabus, and was the one person sitting in the lecture hall because she missed the email about class being cancelled.
4. Here’s another example of E.L James’ terrible writing:
“And from a very tiny, under-used part of my brain— probably located at the base of my medulla oblongata where my subconscious dwells—comes the thought: He’s here to see you.”
Um, I learned back in my 8th grade health class the purpose of the medulla oblongata. For those of you who may have been sick that day: your medulla oblongata handles involuntary actions like breathing, body temperature regulation and your heartbeat. Sorry, E.L. James your “subconscious” doesn’t “dwell” there.
5. If normal guys did the things Christian Grey did to Ana, we would label them as “stalkers” or just plain “creeps”. He buys her a cell phone so he can utilize the GPS to always find her. STALKER. He shows up at her place of work – a hardware store three hours away from him, and proceeds to buy bondage gear there. STALKER and Stage Five Creep.
Ana even calls him a stalker: “One minute he rebuffs me, the next he sends me fourteen-thousand-dollar books, then he tracks me like a stalker.”
Around chapter five, he takes a very drunk Ana, back to his hotel.
” ‘Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sentient and receptive,’ he says dryly.
Oh thanks, Mr. Grey, for being decent enough not to tie up a drunk woman you hardly know and take advantage of her. Also, let’s talk about the repetition of: “You are mine, and only mine.” Now we’ve passed creepy to borderline psychopath.
I could keep listing things, but eventually the blog must end. Where was the editor? Was the real publisher out on sick leave? Needless to say, I didn’t finish the trilogy. I gave up, and I never give up on books. But a couple pages in the final installment, I realized there were a million other better things I could be doing with my time. You know, like counting the grains of sand on my patio.
Have you read the book? What are your thoughts? Are there other books that you’ve hate-read to see what all the hype was about? Leave a comment or tweet me @donnicakelsey.
Welcome to the home of The Palmetto Peaches! Usually, Friday the 13th is associated with bad luck and hockey masks; but we (Ace and Donni) had something different in mind for today! For years we’ve seriously and jokingly talked about our future collaborations–the bar we’d have in our office, the list of our friends we’d never work with, etc. Finally, it’s happening!
Photo credit: Rachel Neal
What do you get when you combine #PRgirls with similar backgrounds, different interests and a sisterly relationship? You get us: two 20-somethings taking on “adulthood” with a lot of good times, a few bad decisions and a nice helping of coffee and alcohol. We’re excited to share our experiences, learn from you (and each other), all while having some fun in the A. From crafty DIY creations to creepy conversations on the MARTA train, your Palmetto Peaches have plenty to talk about. Not only are we using this blog to express ourselves, we’re using it to connect with other like-minded folks. That’s what the Internet is for, right? While we hope you enjoy our posts, pics and videos–we’d like to hear from you too! Feel free to connect with us on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram!