Growing up, I collected bottles of OPI nail polish like my friends collected Beanie Babies, Pokémon cards, Happy Meal toys, Furbies, and any other treasure you'd find nestled inside a '90s baby starter

pack. I'm sure my obsession with OPI nail colors, in particular, came partly from my mom, who wore a regular rotation of iconic hues like I'm Not Really a Waitress, You Don't Know Jacques!, Bogotá Blackberry, Lincoln Park After Dark, and OPI Red. I thought she was the most glamorous being to walk the earth, so naturally, I thought OPI nail colors were the most glamorous beauty accessory one could possibly choose to don. (Honestly, I'm still a believer!)