I feel like a teenager.

The day before yesterday I bought a bottle of Angel Food nailpolish by Essie. I used three coats and wasn't sure of the results. Too pink? Too chalky? Too...I don't know.

Normally, I am a user of the dark vampy shades: Russian Navy by OPI, Siberian Nights also OPI, Wicked by Essie. Going light takes some getting used to.

The light pinks on short nails have always interested me but aren't me.

So yesterday, I was going about my workday--it was pretty quiet.

I am not usually star struck. I see celebrities a lot at the store where I work.

But, B., is another story. She is in a tween movie out this summer. On a teenage show about the priveleged. She is absolutely impeccable in her toussled, blonde, uppercrust, young way. Her jewelry is exquisite, organic and mixed. Her style is undeniably New York.

I've spoken with her on several occasions. I wouldn't say she was unfriendly, more cool. But yesterday she had the tiniest teacup poodle with her and when someone has a really cute dog (this one was copper colored and tiny) I turn into a squealing child.

So she let me pet her dog, and when I did she said, "I love your nailpolish, what color is it." To which I responded, "Angel Food, by Essie, it's not too chalky?" To which she responded, "No, I love it."

I painted my toes with it today. The look is clean, fresh and spa-like.

What can I say? A compliment from a girl of style goes a long way.