To my eye, this one looks like a neon red-orange base, but then it has this really delicate pink shimmer throughout that makes the polish read as coral. I really, really like this one. It may be my favorite neon I've ever worn. I do love China Glaze Flip Flop Fantasy, but there's something about the shimmer in this one that appeals to me. Also, Surfin' For Boys has an excellent formula. None of the thickness of Flirty Tankini. It went on in two very easy coats. No neon-streaky-goopy-bald-spot bullshit here. I'm really glad I picked this one up. And speaking of picking up, this is really just the pick-me-up I needed after a hectic weekend.
Yesterday all of my big furniture was moved out of my apartment. So now it's pretty barren. Ben and his friend did all of the very heavy moving, while I ran up and down the stairs with as many light loads as I could. They were both amazing. Ben's napping next to me right now, which is adorable. He certainly earned a nap. All of my furniture is now living in my parents' basement. My cats, Alley and Raven, seemed delighted to have new things to sniff. In particular, I could see Raven eyeing my pristine couch and flexing those claws of his. If Raven had a resume, "destroying furniture" would be one of his skills. You guys remember Raven, right? I haven't mentioned him much because he's been crashing with my parents. And he will continue to do so. He's very happy there.
Here is he is, probably gearing up to destroy that chair.
Anyway, my plan is to spend today cleaning the place, spend the night on an air mattress (because I'm classy), and then clean some more tomorrow morning and afternoon. I'll hand the keys over at 3:30 and bid farewell to Cleveland Heights. Insert sad face here.
The weirdest part about moving, for me, is that you go to seeing one place every day to seeing it never. Like I kind of still haven't gotten over that with my place in Chicago. I used to walk down University Avenue every day to my apartment on 54th. I used to eat from the same place all the time (Pockets, holla!). I'd see the same people. And now I have to do the same thing with Cleveland Heights. I'll never look out my living room window into the window of Tommy's Restaurant again. I'll never walk down the street to read a book at Phoenix Coffee again. But, that's just the way it has to be, I guess. The next time I post I'll be doing it from my parents' house. Or maybe Ben's. I'm still not sure where I'm staying until I move to Manhattan (August 9th, by the way).
Anyway, that was just an update. Thank you for all the support you've been giving me. It means a lot, and reading your advice and success stories has really helped me out; it's nice knowing that some of you have been in similar situations.
Until next time.