I am here...although I don't know if I have arrived. Some days I feel stranded in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, other days I marvel at the paradise that I call my life. Welcome to my ramblings, reflections, and obsessive- compulsive tendencies

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

...about my weakness

some people have a weakness for cigarettes, some for alcohol, others for soap operas.  my weakness is for buying nail polish.  it is odd, i know.  i am actually not much of a girly-girl.  i rarely wear make-up and my hair is often pulled back into a pony tail or just left to air dry.  as embarrassing as it is to admit, i hardly ever use a brush, just run my fingers through my hair.  my nails aren't even that great most of the time.  they take forever to grow and they quickly split or break at the first sign of stress.  still, i love those little bottles of shimmery, shiny paint.  i can't help myself.  i must buy a bottle when i see it sitting there on a shelf.  these days, i figure it is better to buy some nail polish than the chocolate bar or bag of chips in the next aisle over.  yesterday i bought two bottles -- a purple shade called "let me go", and an orange shade called "tropica".  i refuse to buy polish that is nameless.  i am currently sporting "change the world" on my toes.  i love the names as much as i love the colours.  it really is the little things in life, isn't it?


Loukia said...

The first thing I do when I pick up a bottle of nail polish is look to see what it's called! I love the names! Sometimes I'll buy the bottle based on the name alone! :)

Jim Christopher said...

As someone who never wears perfume, there is no question but that your distinctive scent is the smell of some exotic addition to your fingers and toes drying in the warm night air.