A little trip to the nail parlor during a lunch break last Friday prompted me to step out of my comfort zone when selecting my nail varnish. Bypassing the usual suspects (OPI’s Sweetheart/Passion/Big Apple Red/Lincoln Park After Dark), the Dracula-esque blood red of OPI’s Malaga Wine sang out to me as it sat patiently on its shelf waiting to be picked.
So I will say that the name of the varnish also factors in when I’m choosing the colour that will adorn my nails for the following week. AndMalaga Wine was the winner for the weekend since my Dad lives about a half hour drive from Malaga itself on Spain’s Costa del Sol. (I’m sure normal women don’t think this much when selecting nail polish.)
The depth of the colour I thought was seductive initially, but for some reason this shade seems to age me if leave it on for more than five days. Don’t get me wrong it is a beautiful shade of red; polished, elegant and luxurious. But after a few days adorning my fingertips and especially with the hot and blinding afternoon sun seeping into my office windows showcasing all the imperfections my skin has to offer, the colour reminds me of my mother and that slowly but surely I feel as though I’m turning into her. God bless her beautiful self but our beauty routines du jour are as opposite as nuns and playboy bunnies.
