When I originally made this post on Wednesday, I titled it
Crack Ain't Whack Pt. 3: Camouflage because of how well my nail design blended into the tube top I was wearing (see pic below).
Now it's Friday, and I've had a couple days to oogle at my nails and have begun to affectionately call them my "MJ's" (short for "Michael Jackson nails").
The question of why I would call them that I would assume is a rhetorical one since the answer is black and white... (pun intended)
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I haven't officially ended my relationship with OPI Shatter nail polish just yet. We've agreed to work on things- it will perform it's duties as best it can, and I won't be so judgmental if it doesn't live up to my expectations... Yup, I'm a hard woman to please! (Juss jokes!
wink wink)
Moving along, I tried some "crack" for the third time. My high has not yet reached the sky. It's certainly better than my last "hit", but I'm not tripped out. I went with a variation which my esthetician, who's Vietnamese, calls "upside down".
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Left Hand: white polish base and OPI Black Shatter on top
Right Hand: black polish base and OPI White Shatter on top |
It turned out better than I had anticipated; then again, my expectations were pretty low. Overall, I give my nails a 7.5 out of 10. I dislike the crack patterns on a few of my fingers. However, it's not as obvious, or as hideous, as the last time (
Crack Ain't Whack Pt. 2).
One good thing about Shatter is that no one will notice if you smudge a nail. I smudged the nail on my right thumb putting on my seatbelt after leaving the nail salon. Normally that would be classified Code Orange on my fyne-n-fab-o-meter, but even for a perfectionist like me, I have no need to freak out.
Looks like the love/hate relationship continues (at least for another 2 weeks).