Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
And therefore is love said to be a child
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjured everywhere.
This is two coats of Blind Love. I heart it so bad; it's a wonderfully shiny not-silver-nor-gold. Great application. Good wear: this is photographed on two and a half days, really. :) I did ding the manicure in various places, though. Sorry about that.
And I promise this is the only boring manicure out of the ones I've planned!