Here I did a base of two coats of OPI A-Taupe the Space Needle from the 2011 Touring America collection that I was so, so fond of. I can't even describe to you how much I love this color. It's gorgeous. It looks sort of like a flat brown in the bottle, but on the nail it transforms into this gorgeous taupe with [on me, at least] strong green undertones. Stunning. Then I sponged OPI Warm and Fozzie over the tips. I've been doing this a lot lately. For me it makes the polish last longer, and it adds a little visual interest. This is a very autumnal-looking manicure.
Yesterday I wore this tunic that I thrifted last winter; it's from H&M (I believe when I found it I yelled to my friend, "Look! Vintage H&M!"), and it's entirely made of metallic thread with tones of silver, pewter, bronze, and gold. I know that it has metallic thread because once I wore it through airport security and after I walked through the metal detector the cop said, "Oh honey. You lit up like a Christmas tree." Needless to say I was patted down. And I learned my lesson about this tunic. But I love it anyway. Because it's all shiny and metallic and short-skirted it sort of reminds me of armor, and I feel like a little Joan of Arc warrior woman when I wear it. I thought the polish went nicely with it.
Yesterday I also got my very first grade on something. It was just a paper abstract, but I spent a lot of time researching for it.
A small triumph, but I guess that's what I'm living for these days. At least I know I can still put together a decent sentence and that I have good ideas.
I actually was feeling pretty good yesterday. Ben is starting a new job soon and has to train in Annapolis, MD. He called on Monday night and proposed that I come to Annapolis and stay with him over that weekend. Since he'd be working all day, I'd have all of that time while he's gone to do homework and research, etc. and we could spend the nights together. I could also go into D.C. to see the National Gallery, where I've never been before. But those plans seem to have sort of fallen through, or to have at least been made more difficult. We're trying to work it out so that we can still see each other, but I just felt so defeated when I realized things wouldn't go as well as we thought they would. I was doing my dishes after we talked on the phone last night and just burst into tears. And then I had DISH SOAP HANDS and couldn't even wipe them away. Worst.