Oh my O.P.I.

Secretly, I dream of a space with ALL the polishes from O.P.I. Then I claim it rapido as my square meters to never leave again. I will happily paint non-stop with my favorites. The brush has exactly the right amount of millimeters in width, the names are cheekily funny, and they treat me every time to a color I didn't know I needed.

You can feel it already; they are doing it again. I thought I could enjoy a nice manicure into summer now that the Fiji collection was on the shelf, but I have to go back to the store. On the wishlist are Feeling Frisco (ha), Don’t Take Yosemite For Granite, and Barking Up The Wrong Sequoia. I mean, you want this one too. Just admit it, I totally get you.