I have come to terms with my nail polish addiction. The mania has sort of lessened over the past year. I no longer
have to buy every nail polish in every crazy color I see, but that love is still there. Deep down in the depths of my soul, there is a tiny nail tech that whispers, "Oooo, that color would look so good on you" when I am admiring a particular shade. Recently, I went to Sephora and that nail tech (who is apparently a Beatles fan) was screaming really loudly when I saw the Deborah Lippman polish in Daytripper. Such a beautiful color. It's the perfect balance of pink and peach, and I want it bad. I don't even care that it's considered a spring time color and we have just started February. Boo on February! I don't need your dark color polishes and terrible weather! I want to be reminded of spring and sunshine and flowers and frolicking unicorns.
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Spring time in a bottle. |
As you can see, this polish runs at 18 bucks a pop. It's a dollar cheaper at Sephora, but I just
can't. I've paid of lot of money for nail polish before but I don't want to do that anymore. Ugh, curse you, Deborah Lippman! And curse my nails for only wanting the very best!
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