In 2013 (I think it was), shortly after New Year's, I had a revelation.
I no longer worked in food service.
For three years I'd worked at my college's Ice Cream Mixer Franchise, and it was a fun job; I had great coworkers, I enjoyed making and decorating the cakes (yeah girl, use that art degree!), and it was fun to see the creativity of some of our patrons.
But my bosses were assholes and fired me apropos of nothing because they don't know how to run a business or how to handle hard times, like running a luxury ice cream shop in the dead of winter in a college town surrounded by farmland in an economic recession.
Shortly after I got "let go" (their words), I became a sample handler at a Big Box Chain in the same area. It paid a lot more (in terms of hours) and I was pretty good at it.
I eventually moved from that little college town to my current home, outside of the three-years-running Violent Crime Capital of the US, and transferred to the Big Box Chain near me to continue that proud tradition of handing out bite-sized samples of microwaved hot pockets to seduce people into buying.
After almost a year of that and a promotion to head sample handler, I received a call from a college buddy who asked if I needed more work, and I replied in the affirmative. After a brief trial period, I was formally transferred from sample handling to distribution and setwork, where I would rearrange products and displays, place coupons, etc.
It was one day in January where I'd wandered into a dollar store and come across their cheap nail polishes, that I recalled I no longer worked in food service.
I was no longer obligated to keep my nails polish-free.
I'd always had an obsession with polish and my nails as a kid. I loved painting my nails and filing them and growing them out, wearing fakes... My favorite had been this silver and rainbow glitter suspended in clear polish, and I would apply coat after coat until my nails were thick and sludgy. Tragically, that polish ended up in the bottom of a marina when my clumsy hand knocked it off the dock. But it was a Wet n Wild, so, you know. No real harm done.
I now own... over 200 bottles of polish. Small potatoes to some collections, but for the short amount of time I've been amassing them, pretty impressive, I like to think. A majority of my collection is that dollar-store brand, Kleancolor, because hey, $1 and they had some really pretty glitters. The rest of my collection is a jumble of Sally Hansens, NYC, Revlon, Maybelline, L'Oreal, a little China Glaze, multiple OPIs (my favorites by far)and even a couple of Essies and Zoyas. I've also invested in some stamping plates (which I suck at) and a cheap assortment of nail art brushes, and even went balls-out with water decal paper for an Infected Mushroom concert for our anniversary.
So yes! After the urging of multiple friends, I decided to start this polish blog as a way to post my favorite looks and share them on a more public platform. I named it "The Flooded Cuticle" because that is the one thing I consistently do because I am a bad polish maven, and I often take pictures of my nails pre-cleanup because I really suck at cleaning my nails (I usually do that in the shower, where the warm water softens up the skin and makes the polish less adhesive. Yes, yes, I know about the vaseline and scotch tape tricks, butsome all days I just don't care). I also don't care about "Big Three FourFive Free" or whatever, and I'm not particularly choosy on indie vs. big name. And I'm bad at taking good pictures so, sorry.
It's just polish.
Shit, maybe I should've called the blog that, instead.
I no longer worked in food service.
For three years I'd worked at my college's Ice Cream Mixer Franchise, and it was a fun job; I had great coworkers, I enjoyed making and decorating the cakes (yeah girl, use that art degree!), and it was fun to see the creativity of some of our patrons.
But my bosses were assholes and fired me apropos of nothing because they don't know how to run a business or how to handle hard times, like running a luxury ice cream shop in the dead of winter in a college town surrounded by farmland in an economic recession.
Shortly after I got "let go" (their words), I became a sample handler at a Big Box Chain in the same area. It paid a lot more (in terms of hours) and I was pretty good at it.
I eventually moved from that little college town to my current home, outside of the three-years-running Violent Crime Capital of the US, and transferred to the Big Box Chain near me to continue that proud tradition of handing out bite-sized samples of microwaved hot pockets to seduce people into buying.
After almost a year of that and a promotion to head sample handler, I received a call from a college buddy who asked if I needed more work, and I replied in the affirmative. After a brief trial period, I was formally transferred from sample handling to distribution and setwork, where I would rearrange products and displays, place coupons, etc.
It was one day in January where I'd wandered into a dollar store and come across their cheap nail polishes, that I recalled I no longer worked in food service.
I was no longer obligated to keep my nails polish-free.
I'd always had an obsession with polish and my nails as a kid. I loved painting my nails and filing them and growing them out, wearing fakes... My favorite had been this silver and rainbow glitter suspended in clear polish, and I would apply coat after coat until my nails were thick and sludgy. Tragically, that polish ended up in the bottom of a marina when my clumsy hand knocked it off the dock. But it was a Wet n Wild, so, you know. No real harm done.
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| excluded from this shot: seven topcoats |
I now own... over 200 bottles of polish. Small potatoes to some collections, but for the short amount of time I've been amassing them, pretty impressive, I like to think. A majority of my collection is that dollar-store brand, Kleancolor, because hey, $1 and they had some really pretty glitters. The rest of my collection is a jumble of Sally Hansens, NYC, Revlon, Maybelline, L'Oreal, a little China Glaze, multiple OPIs (my favorites by far)and even a couple of Essies and Zoyas. I've also invested in some stamping plates (which I suck at) and a cheap assortment of nail art brushes, and even went balls-out with water decal paper for an Infected Mushroom concert for our anniversary.
So yes! After the urging of multiple friends, I decided to start this polish blog as a way to post my favorite looks and share them on a more public platform. I named it "The Flooded Cuticle" because that is the one thing I consistently do because I am a bad polish maven, and I often take pictures of my nails pre-cleanup because I really suck at cleaning my nails (I usually do that in the shower, where the warm water softens up the skin and makes the polish less adhesive. Yes, yes, I know about the vaseline and scotch tape tricks, but
It's just polish.
Shit, maybe I should've called the blog that, instead.
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