I've been lying low, nursing a nasty cold , trying new things. Who knew I could spend hours on the internets looking at nail polish? As an established lover of the color green why have I never worn it on my nails?
It's been days of tomato soup and tangelos, The Princess Bride, my good luck scarf, and the comfort food equivalent of mysteries, the Bruno, Chief of Police series, wherein Chief Bruno Courreges takes good care of his small town in the Dordogne region of France. He teaches rugby to the local children, cooks memorable meals for the women in his life, and still finds time to catch criminals.
Winter is not officially over, so I won't complain about the falling snow. However, the camera on my Blackberry is no longer working. I didn't use it much, because, well, it's a Blackberry, but I think I'm finally going to join the rest of the world and buy that other phone, mostly so I can play Instagram with my internet friends. There is now a book about design bloggers. How long will it be until we see it pictured on a design blog? (Wait! It already is.) And so on...
I'm more interested in nail polish colors. Trying to justify this mini-obsession, I tell myself I view them with a painter's eye. Like looking at paint chips, I am tempted to buy by name. California Coral. Bitches Brew. Aruba Blue. But most of the names are awful. Coat Azure. Bouncer, Its Me. Saturday Disco Fever. Perhaps it's my calling to create seductive, literary names for nail polish. I'll get back to you on that. Here's the real Bitches Brew. And a peek at The Princess Bride:
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