So yesterday, I went to get a manicure.
This is a pretty big deal for me, since I'm one of those people who is all, "I can do it myself! I don't need some professional to paint my nails! Screw that!" I save my manicure time for functions like weddings and hearings that might actually be on regular C-SPAN (as opposed to C-SPAN 3).
Then I end up with nail polish all over my fingers, my boyfriend is opening a window and mock gasping for air from the fumes.
But, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm also kind of a trend-whore.
Not that there is anything wrong with that!!
So when I picked up a bottle of Sephora No. 11 nail polish, a dark brownish red color which is all the rage, I decided that a mistake would be more visible and hightailed it to a salon.
For all the Capitol City residents in the house, I go to Jessica B. in Georgetown.
While I waited, I noticed that the foreground of the nail polish selections were dominated by the dark colors. I spied several half used bottles of OPI Lincoln Park After Dark and Essie Wicked.
But, in my independent spirit, I was BYOBNP today.
As I said, Sephora's No. 11 is a deep brownish red color, closer to Wicked than to the Lincoln Park color. I imagine that it would be called "oxblood" in a J. Crew catalog.
As someone who always chooses pale colors, the sight of the dark fingers was quite startling. I was actually on the verge of disliking it, waving the trend-whore flag and retreating to Essie Ador-a-ball. But as I walked home, it began to grow on me. I felt very chic. I began to notice my hands a lot more. Actually, at dinner, my boyfriend asked why I kept staring at my fork-holding hand so much.
So...it was definitely worth going to a professional for this one...but I still plan on tackling the Ballet Slippers myself.