So, the pink base of my last manicure started leeching into the white french tips after about a day. It was quite odd and I probably should’ve taken a photo, but that didn’t occur to me until after I’d taken it off.
A simple one this time: chocolate swirl.
I don’t have the words to tell you how much I hated this pink and silver concoction when it was done. But, it was done and I thought it might grow on me so I left it.
(Don’t get me wrong – I adore Candy Pink when I’m in the mood for it, and I really thought I was, but alas no.)
I felt slightly more kindly disposed to it this morning, in the aftermath of Bathurst, beer and barbecue, but the feeling was fleeting and by this evening I’d decided it had to go.
Start from scratch, or just try to rescue it? Last night’s beer dictated rescue, so I gave it a quick lick of white across the tips and konaded the smile line.
(Yeah, it’s a bit wonky and smudged on one nail, but I can live with it.)