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Super Fan Fashion
 Superbowl XLIX was a sea of bright green and navy with legions of Seahawks fans greatly outnumbering those of us in Phoenix from New England. I hate that shade of green and only like to see navy paired with red and white, like our country’s flag and as worn by Patriot Nation. Game day fan style tends to be kitschy, sporting your teams colors in inventive ways that pay homage and add some whimsical fun. Many Pats fans donned “statement” T-shirts that took the air out of the ridiculous accusations leveled at us by, what felt like, the rest of the country. Superstition always plays a big role as well, with fans wearing their lucky shirt or hat in just a certain way so as not to tempt fate. In a sea of team jerseys and logo’d apparel, nothing could deflate how these super bowl fans expressed their love of team via their unique game day looks…here a few who caught my eye.

 

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Ciaté kicks standard nail polish to the curb and brings 3D flair to your nails with their Caviar Manicure. An eye-popping array of minuscule pearls featured in rainbow, mother of pearl or black make for the perfect accessory replacement with any outfit. Loose the bracelet and dress up your nails; add fun to your casual wardrobe with rainbow caviar and stay chic with mother of pearl or black. Application is short and sweet; apply caviar manicure over wet nails and you’re done. Nail art never looked this good. Where is this magical creation hiding, might you ask? Sephora, retailing at $25.00 and we hear the bottle lasts – making this purchase worth the while.

When I was growing up, my mom had this rule that I couldn’t paint my nails until I was 16. So naturally when the time came, I went crazy. I bought bottles of nail polish left and right, of all colors. Red. Blue. Yellow. Glitter. I was the queen of nail painting.

Since I had no experience painting my nails, I was also terrible at it. Absolutely horrible. The coats weren’t even, the colors were off and in the end, my fingers had their own coats of polish. It just didn’t look good. So it was settled: I couldn’t paint my nails. But I was 16 and it was finally time! I refused to give up so easily. Thus began my longest relationship ever, the only one that never brings heartache and disappointment, between my manicurist and me.

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