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Shiny red kinda-holo

Spent the weekend at my parents’ house, swimming at their nice gym, playing with the kids, and generally having a lovely time. B will be fully, effectively vaxed this coming Wednesday, so we jumped the gun a little, but only a little, and nobody in either household was showing any symptoms of anything other than missing their relatives, so… we went.

Of course, that was enough activity for my nail polish to start cracking off, but fortunately I took pictures first. Unfortunately, I took them all after applying top coat. this is Phoenix Indie’s Fighting for Love and Passion, from the March 2022 Polish Pickup.

In my office, versus…
Direct sunlight.

So basically it’s a very true red with some holo that only comes out in sunlight. What’s weird about it—and the reason I said “unfortunately” about the pictures—is the polish looks very, very different before it’s top-coated. Without a top coat, it’s a dull-ish pinky-red with a lot of silver holo. After, it’s… well… none of those words. I’ve rarely seen a polish that changes that dramatically with top coat. I wanted a true red holo, but this, apparently, can only be one or the other.

I’m very on the fence about this month’s PPU. There are a couple of polishes I find interesting, but only one I really want, and for just one bottle with fixed shipping, it’s a very expensive way to buy nail polish. On the other hand, I want it an awful lot. 😬 I’ll probably dither until I run out of time, but who knows.

wot’s all this then

Yaaay!  Let’s see, what’s the last thing I wrote…

When I unpack I might actually pay enough attention to figure out things […] … or I may be swamped with the new life.* Hard to know.

Oh yes!  The ridiculously prescient thing!  Except I didn’t mean quite that swamped.

Well, here I am again. It looks like I’ve started to post a few times in the intervening (good grief) seven years, but generally time—or possibly self-imposed priorities—have not permitted. I don’t know if they will permit going forward, either, but I’m going to give it a bit of a try. I need things to do in the evening that are more self-care than productivity, and nail polish and its attendant musings are a thing. I don’t think anyone still reads this, and that’s okay, because really I am writing for me.

So, couple-three things have happened. I’m up for tenure now. We have a couple of small humans who are at least as charming as cats, if in a less fuzzy way. We have a house. Global pandemic. All kinds of things. I’m not spending as much time on nails, for two reasons:

  1. I don’t need the escapism quite as much as I did during my last year of grad school.
  2. I don’t have time.  (Seriously.  Not even close.)

That first one is interesting.  The last year of grad school – the thesis writing/job hunting part – was so, so strange.  Part of what made it so strange was just how oblivious I was to how strange it was at the time, in retrospect. I enjoyed grad school but I don’t miss that. But nail polish has always gone in waves for me. I’ll paint my nails consistently, get bored, stop for a few months (or years), start again, etc. I don’t think I had painted my nails since the pandemic started, but suddenly I am feeling it again, and that’s good too.

There’s so much I do want to talk about, though.  Nail polish, faculty life, faculty standards of dress and nail polish and beauty, cooking, papers and moving and transitions… and since this is my space, I guess I will just start talking about it.

So… hello again!  Here is some nail polish.

Red and yellow polish on nails

A beautiful thermal polish from Twisting Nether Lacquer, rather unglamorously entitled “Ketchup and Mustard.”

Project PWI may be dead, or I may limp along on it. Life has a way of intervening. But I am still planning to post pictures of polish as I wear it, because it serves a good record-keeping purpose. This one ranges from fairly pure, transparent yellow to true, if somewhat muted, red. I wish I had taken more pictures. Unlike many themals, it changes right around body temperature, so it actually changed a great deal as I wore it, instead of staying stuck solidly on “cold” or “hot” like so many do.

More soon, hopefully. Hopefully not another 7 years from now. But we will see!


* And boy, did I ever not know at the time how literal that was. Faculty interviews while 2-3 months pregnant are not a joke. But it worked out.