Weeeeelll you all know the fabulously limited high-end collections that may or may not be discovered in stores. Sometimes though, such a gem can be discovered at a fleamarket, for the cheapest prices, because someone can’t open the bottle anymore.
That’s when I sweep in and rescue poor Dior Liquorice from it’s fate. I almost ruin the cap by twisting it with my teeth (NEVER do that, I remember now why I didn’t for years!), with pliers and finally I decide to cook it. That sounds much more absurd than it is, but hot water changes the elasticity of the polish (I suck at physics, please don’t comment on my explanation) and therefore the top can be twisted again, and the water tap didn’t produce hot enough water.
Finally I get Pandora to open, and I can see half dried nail polish. I run over to my cabinet, I frantically search for nail polish thinner, I find some, I drip many a drop into poor liquorize, hydrated as she is. I carefully close the lid, gently shake her, roll her between my palms. There! I can see the polish move! I saved her!
Now it’s time for the real fun: wearing. The shimmer that was promised me decides to hide rather than show off, but at least I can enjoy the dark and dusky purple. The formula needs some patience, but that is most probably due to the rescue-action.
Skirt by Escada, blouseish shirt from WE, shoes from Geox.
This is my favorite model pose. I saw it in some magazine and it l
ooked so goofy, I wondered why they’d print a picture with a woman on there in this odd pose.Fascinatingly, I discovered that it is also a very uncomfortable pose, while one looks oh so pretty hanging in mid-air like a reversed monkey.