Know what Friday was? 12th Night! Twelfth Night marks the start of Carnival season and is celebrated down here with plenty of parties and one goofy parade: The Phunny Phorty Phellows get all gussied up and ride a single street car along the Uptown route on St. Charles throwing beads and celebrating the beginning of Mardi Gras. I went to the Muses 12th Night party (this year it was at Eiffel Society, a really interesting architectural club on St. Charles — it’s actually a section off of the Eiffel Tower in Paris that was removed in the 1980s, bought, and reassembled in New Orleans) where they set up a smorgasbord of goodies, including a huge assortment of king cakes.
I know, I’m throwin’ a lot of New Orleans info at you right now. Here’s all you really need to know about king cakes: they come out for Carnival season, are like a breakfast cake cooked in a round/oblong circle (and usually stuffed with something yummy), covered in glaze and then sprinkled generously with purple, green and yellow sugar sprinkles. And the bakeries down here that laugh at liability cases (NOT the grocery stores) will still put a small plastic baby inside of the cake — if you get the piece with the baby in it, the next cake is on you (also means you’re King/Queen for the day, but c’mon, you ALWAYS are). It’s definitely a seasonal thing though so don’t expect to find these anywhere in the summer… If you want to try it out and celebrate Mardi Gras in your neck of the woods, I HIGHLY recommend having a cake delivered from Sucré, this great sweets shop down the street that has been voted “best king cake” a bunch of times by a ton of sources (and is one of Oprah’s favorite places dontchaknow).
Anyway! Point is, I needed nails that matched my wig on Friday so picked out a base of nubar Isis Purple then sponged in some Sinful Colors Purple Diamond on the bottom half for extra effect. Followed that by using some acrylic paint to add pieces of king cakes on each nail. They’re not perfect creations to begin with so it looks about as messy as they really are, with some glitter thrown over the top to mimic the sparkle of the sugar sprinkles.
And yeah, this city was not built for New Years’ diet resolutions. There’s a reason they’ve coined the term “We Live To Eat“.
Happy Mardi Gras!