winter and i have a bit of a love-hate relationship. on the day of the first snow fall, it's like magic and a fairy tale as i listen to a snowflake fell (and it felt like a kiss) by glasvegas and i am in love. somehow, inexplicably in love, and dancing and twirling and getting caught up in the snow globe moment. then, i remember i don't own a scraper for my car or practical boots. and every time i want to go do something, it's disgusting out and i want to punch someone. okay, i will be the first to admit i have a bit of seasonal affective disorder.
but not anymore. why? because i walked into cvs one day and an array of the brightest and prettiest and most amazing nail polishes called my name. i was like a moth to the highly flammable bottles of fluorescent candy colored lacquer.
[note: the polishes above are not the same ones that i saw in my second favorite drug store, but the colors were similar so i went for it.]
let me backtrack for a moment. months ago (probably almost a year ago), i coveted a very particular o.p.i spring green varnish that i stumbled upon on my way out of a nail salon. i searched for it everywhere and anywhere and found many imitators, but not "the one." a girl obsessed, i purchased every bottle of green nail polish i could get my hands on and like a mad cosmetologist, i mixed a shimmery chartreuse with a dark pine and layered sheer asparagus glosses over matte hunter greens... alas, nothing i tried gave me the effect that i sought. until now.
you might think that wearing bright yellow or leafy green on your nails in the dead of icy winter is silly, but i am here to tell you that you are wrong. please, please, please, discard your inky black, indigo blue, and eggplant polishes and replace them with the oranges, pinks, yellows, and greens of spring and summer. something about the contrast and pop of mellow yellow against the bleak gray sky makes me smile on the inside.
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