I haven’t much wanted to paint my nails lately. Which is a bit alarming, since I normally paint my nails at the pace of a slow loris asked to clean the toilet, generally while reading web comics. It’s not a lot of effort, is what I’m getting at. I certainly haven’t much wanted to blog – writing things that people see is exhausting.* (For some reason I had the energy to bash things out with WordPress? I dunno.) I can tell I’m feeling better today, since I actually did want to both paint and blog. But I am starting up slowly, using pictures from early this week when I was just coming down with the plague.
Behold: Sinful Colors Citrine and Sally Hansen Pixel Perfect:
Indirect daylight; direct sunlight. My notes
on this just say “Ornj.” Fair enough!
I took a few shots of Citrine alone, but it was in indoor lighting and my camera kinda bugged out. I think you get the idea: it’s a very bright, tomato-ey orange, pushing orange-red. Nice application, two coats.
The glitter† topper has an interesting backstory. One of the early (ish?) indie polish-makers was Lynnderella (again, mostly glitter mixes). Too expensive for my tastes, although some of her mixes are tempting. She got a lot of internet commotion for her black and white nail polish Connect The Dots (swatched here by Posh Polish). And to be fair, it was super unique! But, being super unique, it got so much attention that it quickly collected a huge number of dupes and near-dupes. This Sally Hansen polish is only one of many iterations. (And she eventually got involved in internet drama and blah blah, so you see it around less now.)
I like it! The white keeps it from looking like tiny bugs, even at arm’s length. Next time I’ll use more coats, though.
* Yeah, YOU think I’m whiny? Talk to Mr. Fix-It. When sick, he prefers to crawl into a hole and die alone. I, however, turn into Ms. Whinypants McSnerksalot, announcing at random intervals how awful I feel and expecting people to make sympathetic noises. We’ve slowly worked out a system: I do my best to leave him alone when he’s sick, even though I want to fuss, and he mostly doesn’t murder me mid-whine.**
** Okay, he takes excellent care of me. He is a better person.
† It kind of bugs me to describe non-sparkly stuff like this as glitter. I mean, what does the adjective “glittery” mean to you? But I don’t have a better word. People occasionally say “matte glitter,” which I guess will do. …feh.