I think I'll just quit here, quit blogging so I can wear black polishes and OPI Ballet all the time. And, as it happened, this post was bound and determined to not happen on account of the fact that I seem to have forgotten how to paint my nails. Three sets of photos and as many nails redone, and here we are. I hate painting in black, but I looooove wearing it. Here's Zoya Raven, different from your average black because it's ever-so-slightly shimmery, which adds a little depth to its insane glossiness.
Raven's formula is thinner than I'm used to, as far as Zoya's concerned, but is opaque in two coats and dried in no time.
Saturday was Bastille Day, so in honor of it, I made my version of the Frenchest of French dishes, boeuf bourguignon (or in my case, faux boeuf).
That's vegetables, fake bacon, and fake beef tips slow cooked in almost a whole bottle of cabernet until the wine is reduced to a decadently rich, savory gravy. It may or may not contain a whole stick of butter. Freakin' yummmmm.
Have a marvelous Monday! Thanks for reading. :)