Let me back up. I went to a Catholic middle and high school that was unbelievably strict. I am talking there were rules about the height of your socks (above the ankle) and the color of your hair. Included in these rules was no nail polish. And no meant no. No baby pink, no glossy clear, just no. Painting your nails is a violation of which could end in detention.
For eight years of my life I had plain, boring nails. As soon as I got to college I became infatuated with painting my nails. One could say I went off the deep end, glitter, sparkles, black, deep violet, striped, polka dots, you name it, I have probably done it. Towards the end of college I even planned events around painting my nails – Thursday night, 9pm Grey’s Anatomy watching and nail panting partnered with wine made a very popular event before going out for the evening.
After six years of being “allowed” to paint my nails Essie’s Wicked is still one of my favorite color but I still show all colors of the rainbow love. Since my jewelry collection has grown so much I am now using my 80-pocket Hanging Jewelry Organizer for a portion of my nail polish collection: