I have a confession. Despite being a major fashion and makeup lover (no, really?), I’ve always shied away from nail polish of any kind. It always felt gaudy and unnatural on my hands, but I envied women who wore polish effortlessly and changed it with their mood or their outfit.
Last week, I went with one of my friends to get a gel manicure. I put my misgivings about UV lights and alien conspiracy theories aside and decided to take the plunge. Any regular manicure I attempted in the past died an untimely chipped death, and gel polish’s staying power is supposedly klutz-proof (so, hopefully Sarah-proof).
My fashionable friend gently suggested that I stray from my dark grey or wussy beige preferences and go for a true red for the holidays, a move that I had never dared to attempt. Committing to a bold, striking red for a month– how could I?! I’ll confess that I was stricken with something close to horror after the polish was dry and ten crimson harlots danced on my hands. I felt foreign, conspicuous, awkward- and I was stuck with it.
Within the hour, however, the shock had worn off and boldness set in. I somehow transformed into a classy woman, the kind who had her nails done and wore a coat other than army surplus when the weather got chilly. The nails led to a string of bold fashion and beauty moves, from wearing blush for the first time (that’s a whole other story) to buying this beautiful coat that just so happens to match my nails.
I know the polish won’t last forever, and I’ll probably try something more tame next time. But for the next two weeks, I get to be the lady in red, and it feels good.