....happened to me today and this is the result. See below.
Long story starts now...
Old iron packed up a while ago. OH got a new iron. Turned out new iron was far too heavy for my poor ickle paws and the handle was too thick and I strained that area between thumb and index finger. Ouch. Went to John Lewis for new iron. Not made in China obviously. OK, found iron for person with small paws - me. You have to have a quick look round John Lewis while you're there. Obviously! Up a floor. Disgorge from escalator right onto the Yves St Laurent counter. Not exactly onto it but you know what I mean.
Now THIS is where it gets crazy!
OH says (I kid you not): Oh, thats' nice. Do you like that? (Meaning the polish you see above).
I take a closer look and say nonchalantly: Yes. (And bravely saunter on).
Well, do you want it?
(Casually as if couldn't really be bothered). Yes, that would be very nice.
OH deplores my nail habit as a rule. Freaky. OH bought polish for me.
It is a jelly. I knew it would be. It cost £16.50. Worth every bleedin' penny.
2 coats + top coat. The 2nd pic makes it look more tomato-red but it IS a genuine blue-red. Even the 1st pic is not really accurate.
YSL Copyright Red.
A proper polish where the top comes off and leaves you with a manoeuvrable black handle. No clean-up needed.
No WAY do these pix give it enough respect. I am a very grateful wife!
What does your partner-person make of your habits/addictions/eccentricities?
A very happy hand-waving, hand-admiring, smugly-grinning