When I turned thirty, I started painting my nails, and I've never looked back. Obviously, I sometimes painted my nails before I entered my thirties. I am a girly-girl after all. But these days, I feel practically naked without polish on my nails.
Here are what my nails look like today. :)
This is a terrible post about painted nails, because I can't even tell you what the name of this polish is. I can tell you that I painted my nails at church on Sunday while serving in The Loop with fifth and sixth graders. And no, I wasn't just chilling in there doing my nails. We actually have a table of nail stuff set up for the girls who want to paint their nails before or after the message. :) Fun times. I can also tell you that this polish was by OPI, I believe. And it looks kinda neon orange in the bottle, but translates a bit more yellow on nails. And I added a layer of cheap-o glitter polish. Because all good girly-girls know that glitter makes everything better. Plus, now my nails are pretty much Thunder colors! :)