Trashy Asian Nails. That’s what I call them.

I’ve always loved to have my nails painted, but before these came along, I was a one-color, usually just glossy nail girl. Oh no, not any more.

I first saw these nails when I got my first pedicure with two friends. While sitting under that UV drying thing, I was flipping through a nail magazine. My initial (and I admit, long-term) reaction was, “That’s stupid. Who would do that?”

But, after living in Hawaii for a bit and working at a place where a constant stream of people flows through… Asian nails are awesome.

You should do it, too. Just once! And don’t just get the painted ones, get the ones with giant, obnoxious jewels all over them!

What do I need to say about this? I love pearl snaps. I like shirts that have pearl snaps on them.

You think I need velcro on my shoes?

Growing up, Mom preferred that I wore stockings with every dress. I hated them. I was always snagging them, or I got a bad kind and they were like plastic and sticking to me. Sunday mornings were always a little stressful, deciding what I could wear according to which of my stockings didn’t have holes in them.

And, inevitably, once I got to church, I’d managed to rip them while sitting in the car, doing absolutely nothing. Or I chose a pair that had a hole near the top, but when I got up, they’d run all the way down to my heel.

But then, fishnets entered my life. They come in a merciful variety of colors and patterns, and though my cousin-in-law will tell me they’re for tarts, I don’t care.

Because at the end of the day, I can’t have more holes in them than I originally started with.

My mom used to take me antique shopping, and I hated it. Only recently did I acquire a love of antiquing. I mean, I was still eager to get rid of the ancient bedset I had in favor of West Elm fabulosity, but it’s the smaller things in antique stores that are worth it.

Like that copy of How To Be A Lady I found in Austin that I’m still kicking myself over not buying.

Anyway, in case you missed it, I’m talking about Depression Glass! This is the stuff you find in that cluttered room off to the side and crowded together on cracked wooden bureaus. It’s usually clear or pink (sometimes pale green and blue), and covered in rows of tiny bubbles. You know what I’m talking about?

If you do, you’re one step closer than I was until just a couple of hours ago. Before today, I’d only seen this stuff in stores, and I couldn’t find it online. But I didn’t know what to search for. Old glass? Pink old glass? Antique store glass? Pink glass with dots on it? After describing it to my Grandma, she said, “Oh, you’re probably talking about Carnival Glass.” I thought, “Great! Something to look for!.”

Not so much.

The first words anyone used to describe Carnival Glass were “iridescent” and “wide spectrum” of colors. That didn’t sound right. After all, I’d only ever seen it in clear and pale pink, and it was certainly not iridescent. But today, by accident, I discovered Depression Glass - distributed for free, and even put inside cereal boxes as buying incentives! Common colors are clear, or crystal; pink, pale blue, green, and amber (and an awesome one if you can find it - opaque milk white).

I would love to have a cabinet full of pink Depression Glass for every day use. I just love it.