...and apparently this is a problem that I need to overcome. So this blog (in its current incarnation, from 2010 ->) is an exercise in learning to write NOT like a scientist, about anything - food and film, books and study, life, love and everything. Thanks for reading!
So, I seem to have developed a new obsession with manicures, nails and polishes. I dabbled in a bit of the odd polish when I was at Uni, but it was very slapped on, grungy style, black or navy or burgundy polish. This thing now, it is an entirely different beast. I can almost certainly date the beginning of my nail polish / manicure obsession to the (not so distant) days of pre-wedding beauty prep. Suddenly I realised, with the help of expensive women's magazines, that my nude nails were a no-no, and a manicure was part of a completed look. While I certainly don't want to subscribe to someone else imposing a stereotype on me, I do have to say that the painted nails, they make me feel happy. It's a way of injecting a bit of colour into a mostly denim, black and grey Melbourne wardrobe, and I'm really getting into it now. Up until last night I haven't been brave enough to do my own mani, preferring to pay $7 (in Singapore) to $20 to let some nice lady take care of my nails for me, but I have realised that's not really a sustainable obsession (not on my student budget). So last night, I painted my own nails, for the first time in many, many years: