50 Shades of Pink

As a wee little SophintheCity I was notorious for bitting my nails. I bit them when I was scared, nervous, sad, anxious, happy, bored, etc. I didn't really discriminate against any emotion that warranted biting my nails. My mother tried anything and everything to rid me of my awful habit. We tried painting them with pepper nail-polish, we implemented an incentives system and we tried sheet will power. At the end of they day I learned that I had absolutely no self accountability and eyes that were burning.

It wasn't until my high school graduation that I was allowed to get "fake nails". I sat myself at the salon, got my first set of acrylic French nails (with a glittery topcoat as to be expected). It was during those fateful 2.5 weeks that I realized that I liked how my hands looked with long manicured nails. With this realization my borderline addiction and full on obsession with nail polish and painting my nails was born. It has become a hobby that is both aesthetically pleasing and personally satisfying. 

Over the years my collection has become quite extensive ranging from black and dark purple to nudes and pastels.  To top it off, I probably own every shade of pink imaginable. I have found painting my nails to be one of my favorite self-care activities. On some days, like today, acquiring new nail polish is my solution to a rough day.

Theres something simply therapeutic about walking through the isles at a store and looking at the endless array of color. Testing out color after color until you find just the right shade to fit your mood. While I am admittedly notorious for gravitating to the same color scheme, going home and realizing that I already own that bottle, however, today was a different day!

Today called for something brand new! Something fresh and exciting that was a little bold, a little dangerous and a little sassy! A brand new pick me up that was a vacation in a bottle both by name and by appearance.

Turquoise and Caicos (by Essie) here I come!