Hey friends! Happy Friday! I can't believe this week has flown by. WHOA. That is pretty thrilling, if you're asking me, which you're reading my blog, so I feel like you're asking.
So, today's post is both a peak into my personal life and a bit of beauty advice. I have a confession. I am a polish picker. The second I notice my manicure starting to lift or peel, I feel like I CANNOT REST until I've
removed picked every speck of polish. The result is disgusting. It is a nightmare.
So I've developed a
genius common-sense plan to handle it. The second that I notice the polish starting to chip away, I immediately trim my nails [on my nails, the polish always chips at the end... or starts peeling backwards]. Trimming cuts past the part that is turning worthless.
THEN, my loves, I just coat it in glitter. I mean, COAT IT. In this instance, I used Butter London's West End Wonderland, and really just...you know, covered every inch. The glitter seeps into the grow-out area [and in my sloppy case, my skin], it seals any chips- but it also allows the previous color to show through. It is like getting two manicures for the price of one. You get your plain boring one [try to paint that on Sunday], and then BOOM- just in time for the weekend, make each finger into a disco ball.
Could a three year old have thought of this plan? Yes. Could they have executed it a little neater than I did? Yes. But the thing is, sometimes you look at that chipping polish and just continue picking at it.... OR, sometimes, you think "hey, I really don't want to start from scratch. Let's just cover this up with gold."
I beieve it is called "gilding," and you are most welcome.