Mini, Nameless

This polish I've had since elementary school-disgusting? Yes, but apparently I couldn't bear to throw it away, hoping that when I have better polish painting skillz than a rabid fifth grader overpainting the hell out of her nails, it might look as beautiful as I'd hoped it would be.

. . . it's not really all the poor fifth grader's fault. The polish is kind of sort of horrid. The color is -really- cool, like a periwinkle with a pink and blue shimmer, and looks like the color of an alien planet on the cover of a science fiction work, but the polish is terrible. It's goopy -and- runny -and- streaky, and nothing I could do changed that. It just sort of dried in that weird, crackled, alien-talon way. My left thumb looked like it had been through a war, it had so many of those deep marks. I suspect that putting on topcoat too soon could have done the damage, but I don't know for sure.

I'll give this poor old polish one more chance, but if it doesn't work out I'm cleaning the bottle and turning something else into a franken. <<.