Here is what it looked like the day I got it:
|Yes, I'm still loving the ring!|
And here is what is it looked like the following Friday:
|I burned my hand on the fireplace during day two of Icemageddon (what idiot started that?)|
Could someone please ask my mother how her hands got in my pictures?
As you can see, the color is holding up quite nicely. I normally have chips on the ends of my nails on the second day after a manicure. No chips. Plus, my nails have not split, cracked, or broken during this nearly two week period.
Unfortunately (in this particular case), my nails grow quickly. The main detractor from this manicure is going to be the grow-out near the cuticle. And you have to go back to the nail salon to get this polish removed (Something about wrapping your nails in acetone-soaked cotton and foil then applying heat. blah. blah. blah. I was thinking about my hair appointment. I tuned Tiffany out. It will be a surprise.)
Then, there was also the experience of the manicure itself. It wasn't until I got home that I thought about my hands being in the UV nail dryer for at least 20 minutes. And of course, the skin cancer thought popped into my head. So I googled it and found this interesting article.
And you need to completely love the color. Because you are going to be wearing it for a stinkin' long time. They had no green. I'm going back to regular.
Probably only worth the extra expense and exposure to cancer and aging if you are going on vacation somewhere where you can't find a nail salon on any and every corner. I *might* get one again if we do indeed go to Tahiti in two years.