Hi Goddesses
There are many tough lessons that a polishaholic must learn in life - clean up is ALWAYS a good idea, base coat it and top coat it, Zoya Remove, and perhaps the saddest of all - just because it's a lovely polish, doesn't mean it's going to look lovely on you ....
I learnt this lesson a long time ago, but foolishly, like an old Southern Belle convinced she has one last raunchy summer left in her, I keep chancing my arm in the hope I might be wrong. Yeh, never am. Generally, in life, I can't do pastels. I am pale skinned, and they wash me out. I can't wear white tops, I despise peach and lemon with a passion that could wither armies, I avoid pukey pastel pink, and if I'm very lucky, I get away with pale blue and mint green. Oh, and lilac. But purple trumps pastel, so that one's ok.
Et voila la Hip Hop Hippity Hop de Dollish Polish. A gorgeous, gorgeous pale pink, loaded with ice blue and warm pink micro glitter, creamy, dreamy and fit for a Queenie .... but not alas, for a Crumpet. No. On me it looks the shade of some vile poodle. Cruel, terribly cruel.
So this is a post of 2 halves - join me while we lament the fact that I have had to swap away the genius that is Dollish Polish Expecto Patronum, that I can never buy Pretty and Polished Jaw Breaker, that every other sugar sandwich polish is a distant and forlorn dream .......
..... and then rejoice if you yourself can wear pastels. If you can, you'll want this one. It's pretty and girly, yet subtle. It's a floaty, ethereal kind of polish, made for spring and summer breezes and fragrant moments ....
Unless you're a Crumpet :( Enjoy xx :)
