I have stupidly deep cuticles, how do I keep my nail polish from pooling in them even after I have cut them?
For your first coat of polish, try and put on a thin coat, keeping really mindful of following just above the curve of the skin below your nail. The thinner it is, the less is there to pool. It unfortunately ends up being practice that’ll keep it neat, sadly. I also *cough* liberated a whole bunch the little wooden skewers from the food stalls near my apartment in Korea, so if there is any that goes over or isn’t need, I’ll use it to pull the excess polish off. You can also get a small paint brush with some remover on it and carefully sweep it along the cuticles to remove it as well but I find it doesn’t quite get everything off and I end up swiping into the polish I don’t want to take off!
He had called her earlier that week and asked to pick her up to take her to the park. She immediately agreed. She lived for each moment she spent with him. She loved being with him, loving him, and simply looking at him. He had that kind of face. The kind that she could simply stare at forever. His eyes were deeper than the ocean, bluer than the bluest sky. She thought about all of these things while she waited for him.
She heard a faint knock at the door and knew from the softness that it was him. Only he could be that nervous. She looked to the clock and realized he was almost thirty minutes early. She chuckled gently to herself simply reflecting on how funny it was when he was nervous. She started getting ready to leave and could hear him mumbling faintly with her father downstairs.
She tried on dress after dress and each one she thought fitted the occasion better than the previous one. She eventually settled on a simple light pink piece with spring green satin tied about the midsection. There were bows on both shoulders that were an extremely darker shade of pink. They were very nearly lightly rose colored. She tied her hair back loosely with two ribbons, one wisteria and the other violet. Her shoes remained most simplistic. A simple half inch heel white shoe without a necessity for excess accessory. When she finally heard her father and her lover stop talking, she came out of her room fully ready to leave to the park with the most amazing man she had ever met.
She went down to meet him and giggled when he saw her. He had very nearly fainted. She remembered every time he did that and she knew that every time he saw her, he would respond in the same way. Every time he saw her, he would always double take at her radiance. And she would always smile at his amazing and wonderfully cute responses whenever they saw each other.
They left for the park and were sent off by her parents with an unusually heartfelt goodnight. She floated to his car and they were at the park in what seemed an instant. When they arrived, he led her to a beautiful little fountain that danced beautifully to the music of the night. The particular song playing was a simple little tune with a flowing duet at the center of the sound. The fountain danced fluidly as should be expected of water. But there was a strange elegance to the dance. As the water intertwined in its miraculous orchestration. Its beautiful recreation of music in motion. She sat, watching this and looked back at her lover.
She looked deep into his eyes. The eyes that she could always and forever get lost inside of. She stared deep into the ocean of emotion that she knew was within him. She looked away briefly to avoid drowning in his emotion. Though God knows she wanted to. But as she looked away from the love of her life, she noticed a man.
This man was watching them very carefully and was crying very softly. So softly in fact that she would never have noticed it except that she knew that cry oh too well. It was the sob that she saw in her only love too often when he would lose control. But as she watched this man. She saw him smile. She saw that he had noticed the intensity of the love she felt. She saw that he knew the eternity that her everything would go to for her.
All this she saw without ever really knowing it. When she turned once more to the shimmering glow of love in her life, he met her gaze. He reached down to her lap and took hold of her hands then returned his own eyes to meet her’s. They smiled. With their entire being, they smiled. She could see the elation in his eyes and could feel it in her own.
"I love you." It seemed a whisper, as though he hadn’t spoken it so much as simply moved his own thoughts to her mind.
"I love you too." She responded. Equally soft and equally gently.
"My love, you mean more to me than the world. Without you, I am nothing. Absolutely empty and alone. Completely destroyed. And so, I’ve brought you here. To this beautiful place, this most amazing of locations. Where music and water meet in a beautiful choreography. To ask a question." He dropped to his knee and pulled out a tiny satin box. "Will you spend eternity with me? Would you be willing to put up with me forever?" He looked her straight in the eyes, picked up her hands, and kissed them lightly. "Will you marry me?"
She felt the smallest of tears roll down her cheek. She couldn’t speak. This was the day she had dreamed of. This was they day she awaited since she had met him. And her dreams had finally come true. She threw herself about him and sobbing into his neck could barely scrape out her words.
"Of course. I love you. I would spend every moment of my life with you. I will never leave you. I promise."
And she stayed, crying into his shirt, for what seemed an eternity before returning to look into his eyes, just as red and wet from tears as her own. And she pulled him into embrace again. She could hardly believe it. She would truly be able to spend eternity in love.
A businessman is aggressive, a businesswoman is pushy. He’s careful about details, she’s picky. He follows through, she doesn’t know when to quit. He’s firm, she’s stubborn. He makes judgments, she reveals her prejudices. He’s a man of the world, she’s “been around.” He exercises authority, she’s bossy. He’s discreet, she’s secretive. He says what he thinks, she’s opinionated.
this is the fucking truth in any workplace where you’re female and in some position of authority
Any tips for cleaning nail brushes? I am having a hell of a time getting them clean.
If you mean nail art brushes, then I find having a small thing of remover (or straight up just the cap of your remover bottle) and making sure to clean it directly after you’ve finished followed by washing it with a soft soap before leaving it to dry. If it keeps up, try switching to acrylic paints instead of using polish. Far easier to clean.
If you mean the actual polish brushes, then I don’t really know? I’ve never had to. Make sure you keep the bottle neck clean?