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this might be the first time i've sported red nails in all 22 years of me. seriously, i don't even think i rocked red nail polish as the dress-up diva title i earned at 6 years old. back in my prime. and those who knows me are likely aware that i'm not a big fan of the color red in general. (with the exception of the soles on a height-heavy, overpriced pair of shoes of course.) 

 a few months ago i scored myself one of the last seats on the 'red lip bandwagon' and was pleasantly surprised with results. feeling all confident with my recent hue experimentation, another nutty something came over me last weekend when i checked in with my manicurist. it was time to try something out of my ordinary. (thrilling, i know).

it could have been the partly nude selection of Sandra's standard Shellac collection that triggered this unfamiliar color. or the fact that it was the only one that wouldn't have me looking like a 9 year old walking out of the salon. so..fire-engine-spicy-looking-bright-honking red it was. and let me tell you, it had to be the most awkward paint job of my life. i cringed and questioned myself the whole time. i felt like a woman in her seventy's after the first coat, and Cruella de Ville after the second. 

after four layers of lacquer and another 4 of UV, it was confirmed. i would leave the salon with 10 cinnamon hearts glued to my phalanges. i don't even like cinnamon. this stuff looks like blood. and i.do.not.do.blood. everything's just so..bright. and now i have to walk around with these things for 12 to 14 days? they're impossible to ignore. do you know how much i text? 

on top of that uncomfortable half hour, i now catch myself looking down and not recognizing my own hands. in line at java u, feeding my parking meter, photocopying, moisturizing. it's been awkward and i just don't know that i can handle the confusion again. sorry rouge, it's been real.

photo: iphone photography