I am aggressive. So are my nails.

Last night, as I was pondering what to write, I had a slight panic at the thought that I have lost my focus for this blog.  Am I really a fashion blogger?  Should I change my focus to food?  Should I take more outfit shots?  Should I eat less sour cream and Greek yogurt (obviously not, don't panic)?  But then, I had another thought -- I am told thoughts often work this way, one following another -- and echoing through the vaults of my mind was the fact that I've only been doing this for a monthish.  I don't have to have a focus.  And I've always been more of a figure-it-out-as-you-go-along type of gal.  So I hope you're all looking forward to another monthish of whatever the hell I feel like writing, and if you're not YOU'LL LEARN.

In other news, I AM SO TRENDY. (I am so shout-y today.)

Errbody loves neon.

With the miraculously good weather and "abundance" of sun we've been getting, I felt like I wanted something on my body to reflect all the brightness coming my way.  Not fully assured of the wisdom of getting a neon-colored tattoo, I settled for nail polish.  Admittedly, this was partially inspired by the fact that Roommate Sammy happened to have neon green Milani polish just sitting out, begging me to slather it on.  Which I did, on Sunday.  Voilá!  And, while I was waiting for my laundry yesterday, I painted my little toesies with Essie's Punchy Pink, which is from their neon line from two summers ago that's discontinued, so haul all y'all's asses on over to that link and get it before it's gone.  When I first got this polish, my dad looked at it and told me my feet "looked like Miami."  I don't think he meant it as a compliment.

Boys don't know anything anyway.  Ain't nothing wrong with a touch of Day-Glo every now and again.

Have you guys been getting into the game on the neon trend, or do you think we're destined to relive the 80s in the worst kind of way?