Okay, so I don't really like pink but...I can't get over the pink sparkles in this blue. OMG.
It's called Blue Iguana, and though I know chameleons (or tcha-mell-ee-ons - is anyone else excited for How I Met Your Mother? I'm not really, I just want to find out who Ted marries and have it be over with) are not technically iguanas, that sort of duo-chrome-y goodness definitely brings colour-changing reptile to mind.
I took this photo a while ago but I've been rocking it on my toes for about three weeks. I've never been very diligent about changing my foot colour. Why? Well...
I first started dabbling into painting anything when I was 12. I didn't really start my nail polish fetish as you all know it until my second year of university, but then I was making my first forays into Girl World and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
The year I turned 12, I grew about six inches upwards. Why? I have no idea. One day I'm solidly shorter than my 5'4 mother, next thing I know, I'm 5'8 and no longer permitted to wear my platform clogs. Remember those?
I guess my limbs hadn't really filled out or something, because when I tried to paint my toes, I really struggled to reach my feet. Not to mention my neck was abnormally short or something because my knees kept getting in the way of my face. It was such a grueling experience that to this day, I despise painting my toes.
I solemnly swear to post regularly this week.
Harry Potter wiki has ruined my life.