1. No, I do have nails but they're short because I
2. Because there aren't already 32463854354364 nail polish blogs written by those who actually, you know, know about the subject matter.
All right. So, hi guys. I'm Brandy. I'm 27 and a SAHM with a one-year-old (almost) whom I birthed and a five-year-old whom I did not. They're both very handsome fellows.
Because you're just dying to know, I love these things in addition to nail polish: video games, printmaking, general crafty things, owls, the color cerulean blue.
OKAY AND HOW I GOT STARTED ON OBSESSIVELY COLLECTING NAIL POLISH EVEN WITHOUT POSSESSING BEAUTIFUL, HEALTHY, LONG NAILS:
My pretty much sister-in-law works at a dermatologist's office, attached to which is a fancy little boutique. I see her one day with tiny flecks of real flippin' gold stuck all over her nails and I'm all "whaaa?" and she's all "Zoya: Gilty" and being that I'm, like, part crow or whatever the sparkly receptors in my brain went cray and I had to own it. I don't even like gold, really. And then she let me paint my nails with her not-crappy polish collection (using a base coat and top coat, neither of which I had ever used before because I'm a nail-hobo) and the rest is history. I don't have an impressive collection by any means but it continues to grow unreasonably often. I'm still learning the tricks of the trade and the terminology (just today I found out what "crelly" and "greige" are and my spell-check thinks I'm stupid) but I. Love. Nail. Polish. Doing things with my nails is pretty much the one aspect of my life that I have legitimate control over. Plus there are so many colors. Plus spaaarklessss.
So, there you have it. Let's see what happens.