Good morning!! I've been reallyreally wanting to wear my OPI Ballet polishes again, so, since I don't really have much more to say about them than what I've already said, I'm going to go a little off topic.
First, though, these OPI's, they're all just lovely and magical, but my dslr broke before I could swatch the grey one, My Pointe Exactly!, so I ended up taking phone pictures of it first time around (I was on some kind of roll and JUST COULDN'T WAIT for the batteries in my Powershot to charge.) And, while I'm on the subject of Cinderella, My Pointe Exactly! sort of makes me feel like this.
(I really wanted a picture of Anastasia jamming her foot exasperatedly into the slipper, because that's more accurate. "It's got to fit. I'll MAKE it fit!!" But, everyone likes the shot of Cinderella's foot fitting the slipper perfectly better. Seriously? Whatever.)
I love it. It's so different and cool looking. But it's just not awesome on me.
Today, however, isn't all about ugly stepsisters and unflattering polishes I insist on wearing. C and I bought our own house last summer, and with it came a rose garden of 15 or 16 plants that we're slowly learning how to care for. They survived the winter and have managed to bloom, so we're doing something right. ;) Here are a couple blooming right now, and a pretty little bud.
The best thing? They're fragrant. So many roses have their scent bred right out of them, but not these. They're right outside our bedroom window and they smell amazing.
Happy middle o' the week, friends! Thank you for reading. :)