I have a “love/hate” relationship with nail polish. I love how it looks when it’s on my hands when all goes well, but I absolutely hate it when it is smeared or starts to chip off!
Anyone that knows me, also knows that patience is definitely NOT one of my virtues! This is the reason that I try to buy the “quick dry” nail polish and also top it off with “nail quick dry”. This still does not make my nails dry fast enough for my taste. If I wait until right before bed to paint my nails, I end up with “bedsheet nails” as I like to call them. No matter how dry my nails seem before I hit the hay, by the time I wake up, they look like I’ve pressed a terry cloth washcloth on each of them! Or if I paint my nails before we are going somewhere, I always wait too long to start and end up smearing them, making me wish that I had just used clear polish and avoided the drama.
And, I can’t stand when the tips of my nails start to wear off. UGLY! So, I try to remember to touch them up between paintings. This morning, I realized that I had forgotten to touch my nails up, just as I was ready to leave the house. No problem, I thought. I’ll just quick hit the tips and off I’d go. YIKES! What a disaster! It all was good until I got in the car to back it out. Somehow, while throwing my purse in the car, my wet nails breezed across my blouse, leaving dark maroon polish on one pocket. Oh, my gosh! And to make it even worse. I was wearing a brand new blouse, never worn before. Could it be any worse?
I ran in in the house, grabbed the Spot Shot, and went to work. I could not believe it, but it actually took the polish out. What a stroke of luck! I got back in the car and headed for work. Just a quick stop to mail a letter at the post office, and off I’d go. As I got out of the car, I noticed MORE polish on the front of my blouse. Are you kidding me? (Not my exact words, but I have to keep it clean!) I raced back home, pulled out the Spot Shot again and scrubbed the nearly set spot. Again, hardly believing my eyes, I got the polish out of my blouse.
This all came two days after another near disaster with finger nail polish. I had polished my nails in the kitchen last weekend and had left the bottle of hot pink polish sitting on the kitchen counter. Somehow, while making my lunch, I knocked the bottle off the counter, and it smashed on our ceramic tile floor. Oh no!! (Again, not my exact words!) I raced to get the paper towels, handed them to Doug and sped to the bathroom to get my non-acetone fingernail polish remover. Doug sopped up the biggest share of the mess, while I quickly hit the floor with massive amounts of polish remover. Someone was watching out for me, as we even got the polish off the grout, and a couple of splatters on the cupboards .
It just so happened that I had decided to wear my white capris that morning. The thought ran through my head while cleaning up the mess, that I should watch out for my pants, but I was more concerned with the floor. When the mess was gone, I looked down, and sure enough, I had hot pink polish on my knee. By this time, I had pretty much given up, so I quickly changed clothes and threw my capris on the bed. I didn’t have time to worry about getting polish out of them, and had already used my entire bottle of polish remover.
Another stroke of luck. When I came home that night, I picked the pants up off our bed and looked at them, thinking that they were surely ruined. I looked closer and found that the polish seemed to be just sitting on top of the fabric, not really in it. I scratched the polish, and off it came off! Really?! How lucky could I be!
You’d think that I would just quit messing with trying to have pretty nails, but every once in awhile, I get it right, and enjoy my manicure for at least a week. I guess I must be an eternal optimist, but also very stubborn, so I’m sure there are many more bedsheet nails and spills to be had. Hopefully a few good manicures too!