It's been awhile since I posted. I've really behaved fairly well lately. True, I've caught myself picking during meetings and during my commute, but I haven't really done any damage. I've got to find something to do that keeps me from giving into the urge to pick during those times. I could probably fiddle with Silly Putty or something under the table at meetings, but what do I do during the drive? (Besides smoke. I really need to stop that, too.)
Anyway, I'm going to show you what can happen when I manage to pick deep enough for it to hurt or bleed. If you're at all squeamish, scroll down quickly.
I promise, I do wash my hands. I cleaned up the stray polish after my manicure, but I didn't take care of some of the glaring strays, since they tend to wash away on their own. See how deep the boo-boo is? It hurts even still, and looks gross! Why, oh why do I keep up with the picking?
On a more fun note, I've REALLY gotten into the polish collecting. I've picked up something like six bottles over the last week. I promise, the purchases will slow down. But my collection is so small right now (maybe 20 bottles) that there are certain categories and color families that I want to have represented. Chris, Amy and I are going to the ULTA store in Murfreesboro tomorrow to see what kind of purchasing trouble I can get into. (After that, Chuy's and "The Mechanic"! Mmmm...nail polish. Mmmm....Tex-Mex. Mmmm...Ben Foster.)
What you see above and below is Zoya Shawn. I'm a sucker for anything green, and I knew from the bottle that this was a lovely color, but it really brings it on once it's applied!
I've been learning from the nail blogs I've been reading on how to achieve a cleaner looking manicure by swiping a polish remover-soaked brush around the cuticles after the polish is applied. Great trick!