I had visions of Cresskill Eve being a little-known pagan festival (it jolly well ought to be) but after a spot of googling it turns out that Cresskill is just a place in Noo Joyzee (which is where Quirius is located). Somewhat disappointing. Unlike the polish.
This is after 36 hours or so. 2 coats over the Bourjois Beige Sophistique I now use as a base. Easy as an easy-thing.
How about that? Admittedly all that glorious complexity isn't always visible on the nail. But when the sun emerges and bestows a blessing upon it then you do begin to perceive all the golden aspects of this mighty nail-paint.
I ordered another set of 6 Quirius last night. Some bloggers detest the bottle shape. I love it. These look good on my desk, I can tell you. I may pop one in the pocket of my shorts and take it to work just to feeeeeeeel it. I am a fearful fidgeter and feeler and drive the OH wild with pen-clicking and sundry other irritants. Allegedly I should be a skinny-Minnie (all that fidgeting) but I'm disproof (I know that's not a word) of the theory.
Are you a persistent fiddler (no, not the violin) or do you sit quietly with free fingers?