In my list of 20 things to clean, tidy or throw out I've started on the multitude of nail polish bottles I've got sitting around the place. What to keep and what to chuck. How did I get so many bottles of nail polish sitting around the place? And why are some of the colours named with such a flourish?
Working in IT and technology, I often find myself surrounded by men. Occasionally, when a new woman starts in the department, a collective sigh of relief is heard. 'Can I talk nail polish and shopping with you?' I'll ask. Most of the time you get a smile and a nod in return. (Working with men, sometimes you will try to talk nail polish and shopping and all you get in return is a glazed look and the comment , 'Yes, dear'.)
But I'm looking at the colours I'm keeping, the ones that have survived the cull.
In my next life I'd like to name colours for a cosmetic company.
I've thrown a heap of bottles away - colours that I will never wear again. Colours which I look at and wonder how they have come into my possession in the first place - like an awful dark green and a strange goldy brown. Bottles where the lids were soldered on. Bottles where the colour had separated from the gloss and couldn't be mixed back together.
The colours I've kept are all a bit special to me. There's my three textured polishes which look great on my toes - Honey Ryder, Tiffany Case and Solitaire. They look sandy when they go on. Tiffany Case is my go-to toenail colour.
There's a creamy white gloss called 'Oh, So Glam". It's good for summer. There's a very glittery pink polish called 'Teenage Dream' which appeals to my inner Lizzo and magpie.
There's two red polishes. A bottle of 'Vodka and Caviar' which is my go to red nail polish - I wore it for a big birthday.
(Vodka and Caviar - Photo courtesy of AllThingsNails.com)
And a bottle of China Glaze's 'Ruby Pumps. My friend Teddy put me on to this - love the colour, it's deep and sparkly and shiny and it feels like you can snap our fingers and be returned to Kansas.
(China Glaze's Ruby Pumps - Photo courtesy of AllThingsNails.com)
There is one Chanel polish in the group. Again, a friend put me onto it. A greeny gold that look brilliant on but awful in the bottle.
And of course, my favourite of favourite colours, Barefoot in Barcelona.
I think of going barefoot in Barcelona and I cringe at the thought of broken glass and old tapas lining the streets of La Rambla the morning after the night before. But it's a great day-to-night colour, again, recommended from a friend, and as somebody who hates pink, it's the best neutral I've ever found.
(Barefoot in Barcelona - Photo courtesy of AllThingsNails.com)
And then there are the three bottles of black nail polish sitting on my book case. I'm not sure why I hang onto them. I haven't been to a Rocky Horror themed night for years.
The daftest thing about all of this...I haven't worn fingernail polish for years.
But it's a girly foible that I find comforting.
Today's song:
Working in IT and technology, I often find myself surrounded by men. Occasionally, when a new woman starts in the department, a collective sigh of relief is heard. 'Can I talk nail polish and shopping with you?' I'll ask. Most of the time you get a smile and a nod in return. (Working with men, sometimes you will try to talk nail polish and shopping and all you get in return is a glazed look and the comment , 'Yes, dear'.)
But I'm looking at the colours I'm keeping, the ones that have survived the cull.
In my next life I'd like to name colours for a cosmetic company.
I've thrown a heap of bottles away - colours that I will never wear again. Colours which I look at and wonder how they have come into my possession in the first place - like an awful dark green and a strange goldy brown. Bottles where the lids were soldered on. Bottles where the colour had separated from the gloss and couldn't be mixed back together.
The colours I've kept are all a bit special to me. There's my three textured polishes which look great on my toes - Honey Ryder, Tiffany Case and Solitaire. They look sandy when they go on. Tiffany Case is my go-to toenail colour.
There's a creamy white gloss called 'Oh, So Glam". It's good for summer. There's a very glittery pink polish called 'Teenage Dream' which appeals to my inner Lizzo and magpie.
There's two red polishes. A bottle of 'Vodka and Caviar' which is my go to red nail polish - I wore it for a big birthday.
(Vodka and Caviar - Photo courtesy of AllThingsNails.com)
And a bottle of China Glaze's 'Ruby Pumps. My friend Teddy put me on to this - love the colour, it's deep and sparkly and shiny and it feels like you can snap our fingers and be returned to Kansas.
(China Glaze's Ruby Pumps - Photo courtesy of AllThingsNails.com)
There is one Chanel polish in the group. Again, a friend put me onto it. A greeny gold that look brilliant on but awful in the bottle.
And of course, my favourite of favourite colours, Barefoot in Barcelona.
I think of going barefoot in Barcelona and I cringe at the thought of broken glass and old tapas lining the streets of La Rambla the morning after the night before. But it's a great day-to-night colour, again, recommended from a friend, and as somebody who hates pink, it's the best neutral I've ever found.
(Barefoot in Barcelona - Photo courtesy of AllThingsNails.com)
And then there are the three bottles of black nail polish sitting on my book case. I'm not sure why I hang onto them. I haven't been to a Rocky Horror themed night for years.
The daftest thing about all of this...I haven't worn fingernail polish for years.
But it's a girly foible that I find comforting.
Today's song:
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