Once upon a time (a few short weeks ago), this damsel became distressed over a Mani Monstrosity.
Smart, no. But damn my nails looked good!
It pained me to stare at the inadvertent paint job every night, as the incident occurred right smack in the middle of my castle. The glistening silver polish (damn you glitter!) taunting me as I tried to gently scrape the dried mess off with a nail file, toothbrush and then a Brillo pad (take it from me, save the Brillo for dishes!) with the outcome remaining the same. A big, chrome pile of polish.
A very handsome Knight in Shining Armour promised Goo Gone Spray Gel to be the solution to my woes. Being a self-sufficient modern Princess (and growing tired of waiting on the Knight to help), I anxiously applied the miracle remover (fingers crossed, as I do hope to get my security deposit back one day) to my indiscretion.
Cursing my need for polished nails (and in dire need of a wishing well), I racked my blonde brain for an answer by searching under the kitchen sink (my cleaning product graveyard) and came across a bald Fairy Godfather with a magic eraser (in lieu of a wand).
It took one Magic Eraser sponge 10 minutes to wipe my polished fairy tale cares away.
Two hours, two products and two times the elbow grease, resuscitated my floor like Snow White awakening to Prince Charming’s kiss.
Thanks to my Fairy Baldfather, my floor and I will live happily ever after.