And it was all yellow

So after years of dressing up, doing my hair, experimenting with make up and spending a small fortune on shoes I have finally found the secret to catching a man's attention.

Nail polish.

For months now my Fashionista BFF has been telling me yellow nail polish is sooooo fabulous. Chanel introduced a yellow polish and then Esse and OPI got one and apparently yellow is the new black. Whatever. I have nothing against nail polish, but maintaining it's not my favorite activity and I was super sceptical of yellow. Yellow shoes? Yes! Yellow nails? Eh...

But then on Single Gals Night (otherwise known as Valentine's Day) I was having a spa night with Fashionista and decided to try out this yellow nail polish. It wasn't bad, cute, and springy. So I kept it. And then the weirdest thing happened. EVERYONE started to notice my nails. And not just the girls. The men!

Guys from church, the boy handing me my Big Mac, my co-workers, my customers at work, other men at work who aren't my co-workers or customers. It was so weird, I felt like everywhere I went some guy was there saying, "I like your yellow nails."

Well, after a week I had to say good bye to my yellow nails. I don't own the color and couldn't keep bothering Fashionista for touch ups. But now my nails look bland without color so I pull out a fuchsia bottle I own, cause pink is fun too.

So this morning I'm home in bed with my girlie ailments when I get a call from the plumber who's here to (finally!) fix my tub. So I'm standing there in my oversized t-shirt and basketball shorts, with no make up and my hair barley in a ponytail, when the plumber looks up and says, "I like your pink nails."

WTF!?!

So you win make up industry. I fold. I will now invest in all the new nail polishes. Starting with yellow.