I was out and about in the adult human world this past week, and as my last manicure chipped, I realized I'd need to repolish mid-trip. This coincided with a traditional vacation cold. My husband's family does not drink during family functions, so this illness proved to be the perfect cover. I had to get all jacked up on cold medication to avoid nose-dripping into Thanksgiving dinner. Instead of slurring my way through the holiday, I quietly melted into it. It was lovely.
|Snot-ragging it like a boss.|
I have to admit, the crusty, rough textured nail polish trend that's all over the place right now kind of grosses me out. It reminds me of when you get bits crap stuck in nail polish mid-drying, then try to dig it out, which of course results in a dug-up mess, except with this stuff, it's like you went to the beach and rubbed your fresh manicure in the sand. It's basically a "yeah, I'm terrible at painting nails and I don't care" manicure.
Essie's "Encrusted Treasures" Collection is apparently made up entirely of this sandy polish stuff, but this one ("On a Silver Platter") is particularly intriguing to me. It looks like crinkled foil, which I didn't think I'd like, but it turns out I actually LOVE it. The color is a really cool cross between gold and silver manifested in a superfine/superdense glitter, with bits of differently sized cobalt blue glitter mixed in. So yes, it's rough to the touch, but my fingers look like friggin' nugs of gold.
I chose "On a Silver Platter" on a whim, but the textured angle proved to be perfect for me. You can polish your nails in a hurry (2 coats will do you) and muck it up all you want because it's already a sloppy mess. It chips fairly easily, but a) it's not super obvious because of the color -and- b) because it's textured, you can repair chips seamlessly. I suspect a base coat would help, but I'll never know because base coats are for women who aren't sloppy messes.
Essie's "On a Silver Platter" = a solid 5 pennies. I highly recommend it.
*I am not Jewish, but I've always wanted TO BE Jewish. It feels like yet another super cool club that I wasn't lucky enough to be born into.**
**Imagine me standing in the rain outside a department store display of menorahs, my hand on the glass, sobbing quietly.