10.30am. I walk into my living room with this on my fingers to twirl at my significant other (he gets nail varnish twirls rather than dress twirls. Bit of a raw deal for him, but that's just how I roll). 'That's nice. Beautiful colour.' he says. 'How's the paper going?'
'Well. Really well. Yeah, I've done loads. Obviously.'
'You've just spent an hour and a half painting your nails and messing about on facebook, haven't you?'
'Yes'.
'Have you done any at all? The deadline's today, right?'
'No. Yes. I'll be going now...'
Bloody worth it, though. This is three coats of very sexy blue polish. It's very deep, like a midnight jelly, but with tonnes of purply blue flaky sparkles that peek out in the sunlight. It's all twinkly! Sooo gorgeous. I love it. It's very very pigmented though and my fingers were smurf city when I did clean up! Slightly dreading trying to remove it, I might just leave it on until it falls off.
Bloody worth it, though. This is three coats of very sexy blue polish. It's very deep, like a midnight jelly, but with tonnes of purply blue flaky sparkles that peek out in the sunlight. It's all twinkly! Sooo gorgeous. I love it. It's very very pigmented though and my fingers were smurf city when I did clean up! Slightly dreading trying to remove it, I might just leave it on until it falls off.(I did get the paper finished in the end, by the way. Conference in Vienna, here I come.)
