Orange Crush
Excepting a brief period of high school weirdness when I dyed my locks magenta, wore grungy boys’ clothes and painted my nails neon green, I have always been a preppy sort of girl. (I believe the proper word is “prissy.”) Pearls? Polos? Ballet flats? Tasteful-yet-boring ensembles displaying zero cleavage or flair? Bring it. Since that neon-green polish moment, my nails have charted a tight course, alternating between Essie Mademoiselle pale pink and OPI I’m Not Really A Waitress candy-apple red with yawning precision. My disapprovement over others’ nail polish experimentation calls to mind a sexually repressed schoolmarm from the 1950’s chaperoning a school dance. (”Gasp! So garish! So bright! Well, I never!” ::Shudder:: ::Faint::) Some sort of madness has overtaken me these last few days, however. I have painted my nails orange—shiny, glittery, effervescent, technicolor orange—and not only have my fingers not shriveled up and fallen off in protest, but I find myself in love. Look-at-me nails are, of course, a big trend for spring (with coral and silver leading the pack), but I’m not a “Follow-the-Trends” sheep. I’m a firm disciple of the “Wear What Looks Good on You” school of thought, so the fact that I can turn my nails into mini replicas of The Gates and still look (excuse the pun) polished? Who knew? (PS, I’m trying to track down the exact shade of polish used. All I can recall is that it was called “Ginger.” More to come!)
UPDATE: Indeed, it’s Zoya in Ginger!
April 1st, 2008 at 8:33 pm
I’m going to take a guess that it was Zoya’s Ginger…a very pretty color indeed!
April 2nd, 2008 at 9:31 am
Have you tried hanging out at the nail board at MUA? I’ve only been there a couple of weeks, but it’s absolutely thrilling and very informative. I’ve converted to green nails!