It’s no huge shock to anyone who’s read more than three entries in this blog that I love nail polish. I love the conquest – the stalking various beauty supply stores and websites to find that one elusive shade. I love the thrill of the kill – finally purchasing that perfect color that will complete my life (for at least ten minutes). And I love the thrill of the trophy – finally putting that beauty, that honey of a color onto my nails and flaunting it. In fact, the only part of me that seems to hate my love of nail polish is my nails. Not only do I type for a living (I talk while I do it, it’s not like that’s the only thing I do, stfu), but I change my polish out anywhere from two to four times a week depending on my mood and my free time. All of that has equaled out to this hot mess here.
Cue screaming. I also recently broke the crap out of one of my nails doing laundry (I managed to wedge the nail into an overhanging metal bit on the dryer door, don’t ask me how, all I know is I bent over, went to grab some clean clothes, and all of a sudden I was bleeding.) I’m a hands-on kind of person: I cook with them, I like to punch things, I don’t ever wear latex gloves when I clean – you get the idea. So I’m doing something fairly revolutionary for me. No Polish July. (I tried to think of a cute acronym, but yeah, I’m stumped.) I’m just going to do nail treatments and let my little stumps recover from today, 6/27 until 7/26. No base coats unless they’re healthy and filled with good for my nails nutrients. This will also give me a chance to review nail care treatments. We’ll see A) how long I last, and B) if it helps at all. I’ll keep you posted!
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