The other day I admitted to occasionally buying yarn because I was so charmed by the color name it was given.
I'm the same way about nail polish. I have far more bottles of nail polish than I should, given that I change colors only every two to three weeks and don't wear polish at all on my fingernails. (It's too impractical: you work with soil, or teach a lab using chemicals, and bye-bye manicure. And I lack the necessary patience to do the daily maintenance work it would require). But I CAN wear polish on my toenails, it usually doesn't get TOO banged up, even when I wear sandals (and really, there's not as much point in wearing it if you're not going to wear sandals to show it off).
I changed colors last night. I had had "Angelic" on - sort of a pale, pearlized pink. What I have now is "Wild Strawberry" again. I like this color. It's sort of a gentle fuchsia - so it's not too wild and crazy, but it's also not as Junior League as, say, a pale pink would be. (I don't know. I may be maligning the Junior League there, but the people I knew who belonged were very, very proper - far more proper than I am capable of being).
It's not really a very true color - I've never seen an actual wild strawberry that color - but I like the color and I like the name. When I was a kid, there were lots of wild strawberries (the edible kind, the fraises des bois and not the tasteless so-called "barren strawberry") that grew out in the sort-of-abandoned-field behind my parents' house. I used to pick them every summer. One or two years, we even got enough to make a small batch of jam. (Wild strawberries - at least the edible kind - are incredibly delicious. I don't know if they're still very widespread, though, or if they're yet another thing that's declining because of habitat loss/pollution/changing climates). So the polish color reminds me of those childhood summers out picking strawberries. (And also the one time when a snake came through the area, freaked me out, and made me drop the bucket of berries and RUN. It was probably just a little king snake or something but I was afraid of snakes as a child. I wouldn't make that same mistake today, not unless it wasn't one I could quickly identify as a harmless species.)