Snapped out of it

On a depressing day in January, I snapped these photos when I noticed that my hands looked a lot like I felt: parched, cracked, worn and unkempt. It's weird how January can do that to my outsides and my insides.

I was going to blog about it but for some reason, I didn't. Maybe it was too dramatic (I heart drama - a little too much) or even a little personal to put out there on the World Wide Web.

But I'm glad I kept the photos so I could compare them to how I'm feeling today.


They may still be dry and are most definitely imperfect, but can you think of a happier nail color?