Nail polish is such a weird and out of character hobby for a tomboy like me. It just doesn't make sense in the whole scheme of my personality. But I love polish anyway and embrace my clashing interests in full force by always making sure to sport gorgeous manis while I'm being a filthy, foul mouthed, fish gut covered, hardcore fisherman. The sight of my bait encrusted hands with a glimmer of pretty polish shining through the gunk makes me smile, feel powerful and strangely proud.
Here is a photo from this afternoon of my Zoya Sparkle skittles mani and a cute little fishy in his last seconds of life before becoming strip bait. This photo also captured the last few seconds of my mani in a blood/gut free state. At least the last sight he gazed upon was a gorgeous glittery frenzy of color.
Tee Hee.
Love, MM
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