I’ve read a lot of stories about polish breakage on MakeupAlley. Broken bottles that arrived in the mail, bottles accidentally dropped, bottles knocked over by pets and kids. While I could sympathize, I didn’t really know what it felt like.
Because you see, as klutzy and as clumsy as I am, I’ve never broken any of my nail polish bottles.
Until two weeks ago.
I was shooting the bottles of polish I bought in the US so I could finally post about them.
I was taking pictures of the set of Nerds polishes on the bottom step of Jill’s stairs when tragedy struck.
The bottle of grape polish rolled to the edge of the step, fell to the floor and broke.
I stared at it in disbelief.
It was a very short drop, maybe six inches. Why did it break?
I resisted the urge to cry (although I really did want to) and quickly picked up the bottle and disposed of it the way the girls on MakeupAlley taught me – pour the entire contents of the bottle onto a paper plate (I had none so I used the cover of a cardboard box), let dry and discard.
It was heartbreaking. Because the purple one was my favorite of the bunch. Because I didn’t get the chance to wear it – not on a single nail, not even once. Because it was only after the break that I realized how pigmented it was. And because it smelled so freaking good. Like grape candy.
Throwing it away was painful.
When I think about it now, I still feel like crying.
It hurts, it really does.
I’m sorry, Grape Nerds, I really am. I hope you are now in nail polish heaven.