Delilah Takes on Her BAMF Nails!!!

Okay, I have a confession to make.  I'm sorta addicted to nail polish.  Seriously.  It's sick.  I read nail polish blogs.  There, I've said it.  In my defense, I polish my nails for a couple of vital reasons:
1.  It's a procrastination mechanism.  When I've got work to do, and I don't want to do it, I polish my fingers or piggies.
2.  It keeps me awake when I'm up late at night getting work done.  My thinking is "I can't go to bed yet, my nails will get smudged.  Oh well, might as well read Chaucer for tomorrow's class".
3.  When my nails are polished, it gives me something to look at when I get bored in class.  And that happens about 8 bajillion times in a class period.  I sit in my English seminar class for two periods of three hours a week, where we discuss works written by authors like Chaucer.  Not to knock Chaucer, because he's awesome, but a girl's mind wanders.  To my gorgeous nails.

So here's my current distraction, which I'm rather proud of:

So my nail shape looks weird here, but that's because my fingers are crazy weird

See? Nail shape doesn't look as strange here.  Look how sparkly it is!

I tried the gradation manicure from All Lacquered Up, and it worked!  I had a bottle of butter LONDON's Jelly Stroppy, and I layered it over China Glaze's Watermelon Rind.  Voila!  Magnifique, n'est-ce pas?





I'm just really proud of this because it took me awhile, and I'd never done something like this before.  I'm not super perfect with the polish, so it doesn't look super pro like others often have it.

I'm starting to get tired of my nail color choices, and I absolutely cannot let myself buy another bottle for a while.  So I'm trying new things to shake up my usual options.

It really is sick the amount of thinking I devote to my nails.  I could probably write the next great American novel in the oodles of time I think about my nails.  But I can't resist with nails like these!

At least I know I'm in good company.  One of my friends at my school has about the same level of obsession as I do.  We actually talk about nails.  The madness never ends...  And Robyn shares my love of colorful polish.  I always feel better when I see her because I always miss the rest of the triumvirate, and the girl is always rocking awesome nails.  Even traveling doesn't keep her from being polished.  She seriously bought a bottle of black nail polish in Oxford because she was polish-less.  I should have done that, because now she has an awesome little memento of our time there, because the chemist had their address on the price sticker.