The relief mani.
I’ve had a love hate relationship with Fergie since she whined about a child and it’s blanket in her song “Big Girls Don’t Cry.” She’s a grown ass woman crooning about missing a man “like a child misses a blankeeee.” PLEASE.
So it truly pained me when I HAD to purchase a nail color from her collaboration with Wet’n’Wild. The fluorescent neon hue screamed my name and I got over myself and bought the damn bottle. I mean, she’s got funky style – how bad could the polish be, really?
It was horrid. The photos do not show how the actual color turned out. Instead of being a vibrant, neon pink, it was a beachy coral that was dull. It made my fingers look like they belonged to an 8-year-old Black Eyed Peas fan with a blankee in tow.
F Fergie and her Wet’n’Wild ways!
Don’t buy unless you want a mani that belongs to a prepubescent girl.
Upon application, I added the sparkly top coat to see if it would make any difference. And it did. I looked like I was a kindergartener that just applied a birthday manicure. Needless to say, I hated the outcome, the product and now realize why I stopped buying Wet’n’Wild nail polish so long ago. Lesson learned. AGAIN.
Because I do my nails Sunday nights, I slept on it, thinking I’d feel better about it in the morning. Nope. Loathed the color and Fergie all the more – especially since I was having to paint my nails twice in two days.
Here’s what Ted and I did last night…
Finger lickin’ good.
Upon completion, we snuggled up in our blankee (hey, I didn’t say I didn’t have one – I just don’t whine about it in song), drank wine and literally watched paint dry for the second night in a row.