Good morning, Dear Reader!
I decided to change colors yesterday, at the end of six days of wearing Gelicure Hot Pink. I took pictures right before removing Hot Pink yesterday, but I can't find them anywhere! You'll see as today's tale unfolds, I was completely out of sorts yesterday. That means the last picture of wear is from Day 5, and that was yesterday's picture. There was no chipping or wear at all, and even the gel on the edges of my nails from wrapping my tips had no wear, but outgrown polish has always been distracting to me so it had to go.
Removing Hot Pink wasn't bad at all. The worst part of it was getting the stupid foil to stay on my fingers. At one point, I got all mad, took them off, swore a whole lot, then redid them so they'd stay on. What a frustrating expenditure of effort! The remover stayed on for ten minutes, and when I checked the first nail it looked like it might need more time. I used an orange stick to scrape down the middle of the layer of gel, and that made it come off. By the time I removed the last foil a few minutes later, the gel fell off in one big piece.
After the swearing episode, I should have taken a break after removing the old gel, but I didn't. At the time, tidying up the shape of a few of my nails using the coarse grit sandpaper-y file I had handy to break the seal on the Hot Pink before putting on the remover seemed like the wisest choice, so I did it. Quickly, and evidently without comparing the length of nails I'd filed to those I had not. Then I applied new gel, which complicates matters further, you'll see.
I used an IBD Soak Off Gel that came in a little Valentine's Day pack of four shades called Be Mine. It's a pink base with pale pink and hot pink glitter. I went through the preparatory steps of applying primer and bonder, and then the gel. I did one thin layer of clear before two really thin layers of the color. This kind comes in little pots rather than being packaged like nail polish, so I used a gel brush to put it on. The gel brush is a squared off, somewhat flattened, short brush, and the gel itself is WAY thicker than Gelicure. Gelicure's about what I'd expect gel to be, but the pot kind is more like cookie dough that spreads out. The down side to that is that in mixing it up before application it's hard to avoid air bubbles, but the up side is that it's really easy to control. After applying the gel, I put on a coat of IBD Intense Sealer, one of two recommended ways to finish the manicure. Intense Sealer is not soak off, so I'll have to file it off in order to remove the gel under it. Here's the finished manicure, with better and thinner application than last week.
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| IBD Soak Off Color Gel in Be Mine |
Want to hear the thought process that resulted in that markedly shorter ring nail and misshapen pinky nail? After my "it was a good idea at the time" filing, I considered filing all of them, and thought, "Eh, no one will notice." In what universe is that not noticeable? It reminded me of something I hadn't thought of in a long time.
When I was a kid, my mom always wanted a dog. She'd wanted one since she was a kid really, but once my sister and I weren't tiny was the her first opportunity to have one. She'd try to convince my dad that "the girls really need a pet," which would result in a trip to Fish Emporium with my dad and a toiletside ceremony a few weeks later. When I was 8, she finally just told him she was getting a dog and went through a process of interviewing breeders until she found the perfect dog, a black miniature poodle. She'd hold him in her lap at night and pet him, and she especially loved his long, flowing ears. One day when I was 9, after we'd had him about a year, my sister and I were home alone after school (that was normal), and she decided we should play Hair Salon with the dog. I was a nervous little kid, always the one standing ten feet back saying, "I don't know if this is a good idea..." and she was the adventuresome kind with bad ideas that could and did result in injury and/or property damage, always answering my concerns with, "It'll be fine." This case was no different than any other...
I was willing to participate in Canine Hair Salon only as far as having an arm around the poor dog to keep him calm. She got the scissors and gave the dog a little trim on one ear. But that made him uneven, so she had to trim the other. I checked her work, and now the first ear was longer. After a few rounds of that, she got serious, did it right, and had me check. The dog's ears were finally even, but each looked like a little puffy triangle with the third point at the middle of the dog's ears, like his stylist had put a Dorothy Hamill twist on traditional poodle ears.
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| Triangle Hair |
My response at first was to laugh, then of course I got nervous. I said, "Mom's going to be mad." She answered, "Mom won't notice." Even nine-year-old me knew that was ridiculous, and after I finished my nails and saw the uneven ones (there are two others on my right hand!), I had a moment where I simultaneously felt like my sister as she sat there looking me dead in the eye and telling me my mom won't notice that she just Dorothy Hamilled the poodle and skeptical nine-year-old me knowing there's no way that's going to fly. The lesson I take away is that if there's something I knew was a ridiculously stupid idea thirty years ago, it's likely that it will be at least as stupid today. Hence my nails.
The complication here with the sealer is that if I file to even things out, I'll break the seal. If the sealer were soak off, I'd just do that and apply a second coat of sealer to the whole thing, but this sealer has to be filed off and I made an effort to keep it very thin, so a second coat of it isn't something I'd be up for. Just filing and leaving the seal broken would normally be a reasonable approach likely to shorten the life of the manicure, but I don't want to do that since it would be an unfair (well, useless) product test if I did. So my options are change it or live with it.
I'll probably have to change it just so I don't have to cringe and say, "WTH, Self?" every time I go to take a picture this week. I can't believe I Dorothy Hamilled my nails!
That's about it for the State of the Nails and today's storytime, so until tomorrow, love and nail polish to you!
