It seems that while everyone else is journeying to Hong Kong with Suzi I am going back to Russia. At least it's sort of the same continent, right? I don't remember when the Russian collection was released--maybe 2007? There are a lot of beloved colors that came out of this collection: Midnight in Moscow, Russian Navy, Boris & Natasha, Catherine the Grape, Siberian Nights...I could continue. I decided today was a red day, so I reached for a red that's pretty much as blue-toned as I'll go, Vodka & Caviar. First of all, I loooove the name of this polish. It makes me want to say, "I'm so posh." The quote in the title of this post is from Titanic, which I'm sure most of you picked up. I actually do quite like caviar, but mostly just on sushi. Ah, sushi. My no-carb diet has made you but a distant dream.
The normal OPI problems applied here. I find that with OPI reds the first coat for some reason only brings out the pink tones. It's bizarre. Had I left it at one coat I would have had a bright magenta and not a red. At two coats, the bottle color comes out but there is still visible nail line. This is three coats over Nail Tek II and topped with my dying bottle of Seche Vite. The formula was super thin and runny. It wasn't too terribly difficult to work with, just enough to be annoying. I love this color anyway. Like I said, I'm not usually drawn to reds that are this blue (even though this isn't that blue at all), but this one just speaks to me. Did you guys read yesterday's post on The Manicured Manatee about OPI? It had me laughing out loud.
I wasn't even going to post a polish today, but I figured I should. Instead my post was going to be about the Triumphant Return of the Flower. What the fuck is that, you ask? You see, I realized a while ago that when I am in a good mood, I wear a flower in my hair. I could show you dozens of pictures of me all over Europe and the US with a bigass flower in my hair. Barcelona? Check. Brussels? Check. Paris? Check. Rome? Check. Chicago? Check. Seattle? Check. Cleveland?...not so much. Or at least much less. When I was working at this locally owned coffee shop (from September through December) I always wore a flower. I liked the job, believe it or not. I was the barista with the flower. I hardly ever left the house without a flower. Then I left that job because I wasn't being treated well and that's when the flower left too. Yesterday, for the first time in two months, I wore a flower.
Now, I can't say that I'm truly happy right now, but I think this may represent a bit of optimism on my part, which is kind of uncharacteristic. I have a new job that I think I like, winter is almost sort of over (please Cleveland?), and I got together with a good friend the other day. All of these things combined to make me feel less shitty than usual. Here is my flower collection.
I actually have a magenta one that I can't find. That was the one I wore most often in Europe. Maybe I left it there. Who knows. The coral one is the newest. I bought it the same day I bought my coral trench coat, because I am insane. It's my favorite one right now. Why?
It kind of matches my Starfish Patrick!
I'm working later in the afternoon today. Even though there is a snowstorm happening right now, I'm still planning on a flower. It's nice because I usually wear all black; a flower provides an unexpected and pleasant pop of color.
That's all for today. For those of you being buried in snow, my condolences. Solidarity. I hope everyone's having a great Thursday so far.