honey bunches of oats

I just completed an archeological dig of my nails. Layer after laquered layer of pinkish tones. At one point, I'm pretty sure you could see all the way to China.

I wish I had taken a picture. It looked like a groovy 60s nail polish experiment.

Man, I really should have taken a picture.

There is a distinct possibility I suffered temporary(?) brain damage from the acetone fumes.

A distinct possibility.

Love you all, just wanted to share and see if anyone else ever feels this way about the removal of nail fancying things.
<3 hearts and hearts of love,
hil