Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a little thing for blue. It is my favourite colour. :D It speaks to me and makes me happy. No... I am not someone who must have everything from all of my clothes to my entire interior decor to my hair to my car to my dog all blue. lolol I do like other colours, too. ;) But I do love blue.
When I was in Wal Mart a few weeks back I picked up this blue polish. Pure Ice All Night Long. It was such a lovely cobalt blue with a fine shimmer. I fell in love. Brought it home and put it in my little polish stash until I was in the mood to wear it. I actually used some of it to make a franken (which may make an appearance, one day) and I decided to wear it today.
It went on pretty nicely... A little thin and wanted to flow onto my cuticles. No worries, I thought, I can just do clean up as I always do. I am a bit of a messy polish painter. lolol So, I polished happily along, two coats later I was in love. By the time I got a thick, glossy coat of Seche over the top, I was salivating and ready to take this stuff to Vegas and marry it. The colour is stunning. A beautiful, brilliant cobalt blue with blue micro shimmer. Deep and rich but a true, clear blue, not blackened or at all vampy. Just... *sigh* Gorgeous.
Then I tried to do clean up.
Crap! Crap! Crap! What a frakkin' mess. It was nearly impossible to clean that colour up. Where it flowed to my cuticles it stained the skin. And I couldn't get it cleaned up, no matter how much acetone I used, how many different brushes I tried, how long I worked at it. It was horrid. A horrid, horrid mess.
After trying to clean it up for an hour, I gave up and decided to remove it. And that is where the fun really started. It took a pile of cotton rounds, five Q-Tips and lot of pure acetone to get that shit off my nails, off my cuticles and out from under my nails, too. After I got the surfaces clean, I had to soak Q-Tips and roll them against my cuticles, flooding them with acetone and rolling to clean them. The skin on the sides of my nails was stained, too. Still is, a bit. If you know where to look, you can still see shadows of it on my skin. My poor fingers still hurt from all of the manipulation and acetone.
If you see this polish in your local Wal-Mart or some other store, pick it up and say, "Oooo! Pretty!!" and think that you might want to buy it, put it down. Turn around and run! Don't walk away. Run for the hills and don't let that stuff within a mile of your little fingers. Trust me, if you do, you will regret it.
I am going to toss this crap in the trash. And, come to think about it, that franken is going in the trash, too. I hate throwing away things I spend my limited beauty budget on. Hate, hate, hate it.
Almost as much as I hate that polish.
Check out the photos. These were taken after over an hour with brushes and acetone, trying to make it work. Scroll on down and drink in the horror of this stuff, let it be a lesson to you and don't make the same mistake I did.