Greasy Lunch At Tiffany's

When I was in high school, there was this guy, Eddie, who could sing and play the guitar.  Can't you just picture it?  A high school guy who sang AND played the guitar?!  How novel!  Anyway, I loved him in the way that makes you confused as to why you would get friendzoned when you were so much more awesome than the girl he started dating and, I mean, it was YOU he called and spoke to for four hours when he went on a family vacation, but then you found out that they got caught making out behind the dumpster at Cheddar's and whycouldntitbemeI'mperfectforhimmm!!!

Ahem.  I digress.

ANYWHO, one of the songs he would play, fairly consistently (don't they all) was "Breakfast At Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something.  He was really good at it and I cannot hear that song on the radio, even now, without thinking of him and that high school hallway where we all used to eat lunch.  I quickly found a new boy to develop a massive crush on, but sometimes it's good to think back on what you thought you missed out on, knowing you were lucky to avoid it altogether.  I mean, really, the dumpster behind Cheddar's?  Gross.

China Glaze For Audrey and Layla Mermaid Spell

The shadow sees all, and sucks the color from your background like magic.

The "diamond" on my ring finger is a bit crooked, and my super solar oil-y fingers aren't doing me any favors, but I'm going to call them both throwbacks to high school Eddie's complexion and smile.  Sometimes it's the imperfections that you find most endearing.

Not in this case, though.  I'll definitely correct the angle and wait a few hours after lubing the cuticles to take a picture.  These are nails, not life, and tiny aesthetic imperfections are not endearing, they are annoying.  :)