the perfect red nail polish is an important find in a girl’s life. like that little black dress or figure-flattering pair of jeans, once you’ve settled on your choice, it becomes a classic in your personal collection, your signature item.
i found the perfect red a few years ago… and last month, if you’d told me a better one had come along my eyes would have been casting upwards to spot the pigs taking flight.
but low and behold… my resolve has been shattered.
i was sent a few bottles of barry m’s new gelly hi-shine paints recently to try out. remember how, a mere fortnight ago i was waxing lyrical about the matte manicure, and wondering how long it would take me to rediscover the wonders of gloss? well.. here’s your answer. yes, fickle is me.
i am one smitten kitten. the blood orange (which doesn’t resemble the colour of blood orange in the slightest) has won me over. a gorgeous fire engine red, with the highest gloss finish i’ve ever encountered. ensure nice, careful application as every imperfection shows up under light. two thin coats as always, dears.
my new perfect red is made for clutching a glass of champagne, running your hands through glossy hair, and slapping someone across the face, á la alexis and krystle in dynasty.
drama, darlings, drama.