Hello gentle readers.
I was playing around, doing my nails, doing some nail art. I had my China Glaze Flip Flop Fantasy mani on and I had some ideas. I grabbed a roll of blue painter's tape and my pinking shears and cut French guides. I sealed them securely down and painted on two coats of China Glaze Flying Dragon to form zig zag tips. After that was done, I grabbed my dotting tools, China Glaze Snow and Four Leaf Clover and did a design. A design that started out okay but soon turned, thanks to my total inability to self edit, into a total mess.
I looked at my nails in dismay and was about to to clean them off when I had a crazy thought. I remembered the watercolour nail art I have seen and decided that I would see if I could turn my funky French and dots mess into a watercolour with a brush and acetone. Good thing, the polish slid around nicely, thanks to the Seche Vite on my nails. but it wasn't a watercolour. It was just a mess. But, kind of an interesting mess, in a strange, neon, orange, purple and green, underworldly, horror movie-ish way.
Now I need to clean it off. Then my eyes lighted on a wedge makeup sponge I keep in my lightbox to prop things up when I am taking photographs. Hmmm... Sponging. I could do some sponging over the underworldly mess. So I tore smallish pieces off of the wedge and dumped out small puddles of the polish colours I was working with and started sponging. When I finished, it looked interesting, reminding me vaguely of a Monet painting in a strange, roundabout kind of way. What does every painting need? A frame. Another hunk of sponge and some gold polish and sponge some gold on my tips to evoke a painting's frame.
Ugh. What. A. Mess. I had this mass of matte sponged stuff on my nails and the mess all over the skin on my fingers around my nails was insane. I think that cleanup took me almost as long as the whole nail art process did! But it was finally done. Okay. Looks a little better. And I was ready to apply top coat. And the matte, dull, ugly mass on my nails suddenly smoothed out, blended together, came to life. The sparkle in China Glaze Flying Dragon began to flash and the gold on my tips was shining and it wasn't so awful.
It wasn't nice. It had some nice moments. I'm sorry that I don't have photos of the attack as it occurred, I was too into the process to remember to pick up my camera. But I do have pics of the aftermath.
Truth. It hurts. But confession is cleansing and healing. I feel better, now.
And who knows. I may try sponging again, one day.
Have you been attacked by your nail art, lately? Do you share it when it happens?
Thank you for dropping in and reading and have a great day.
When Nail Art Attacks
Posted by Erika Costello at 3:00 AM
Hi, I'm Erika. I'm a wife, empty nester mom, beauty blogger, wannabe amateur photographer and full time staff to a frowsy orange tabby cat. Join me as I explore the wonders of the beautiful things that land on my dressing table.