Nail Polish

Nail Polish

 

When I was growing up I almost never painted my nails. I took piano, and my teacher discouraged nail painting. Later, I realized I was really, really bad at it, and the subsequent mocking that would occur whenever I debuted my painted fingers wasn’t worth the color.

Recently, a switch flipped in my brain, and I decided that this is a skill I have to master. I think it was this picture, taken at a recent bachelorette party (I don’t typically accessorize with Ring Pops) that flipped the switch. The other two girls have beautiful, manicured nails. Mine, in comparison, look gross.

It started with a basic neon pink, and then I moved on to hunting down the perfect minty shade, and now I’m sporting red sparkles. There’s something about plopping down on the couch with my favorite TV show (right now it’s Office re-runs) and just futzing around with my nails for an hour. It forces me to sit still, lest I smudge, and trying not to get it all over my cuticles is doing wonders for my hand/eye coordination. My collection is off to a good start, since my old roommate left her collection behind when she moved (thanks Caitlin!) but I’m becoming obsessed with obtaining new colors.

Side note: Does anyone remember Bon Bons? They were teeny tiny bottles that you could buy for less than a dollar at Wal-Mart, but they were the perfect size, and that color didn’t budge. It was very popular among me and my 3rd grade friends, but they seem to have disappeared. Bummer.

I’m trying to balance my color obsession with being somewhat responsible about what I buy. I try to stay as natural as possible usually, so it doesn’t make sense to put a bunch of formaldehyde and other chemicals on my fingers. Essie seems to have good stuff, and I know certain brands of OPI also are formaldehyde free. Unfortunately they’re also more expensive. Does that creep you guys out too? I hear formaldehyde and I think about pickling dead bodies.