These events happened a while ago, but I've only just managed to wrap my head around them. I'm still don't quite understand how it happened, or how I can make it happen again...
In which he demands quality nail art supplies
"I'm bored!" the boyfriend sighs. I see his eyes dart towards the pile of un-throw-out-able beauty products in the corner of my room. "Can I help you clean?"
This is never a good phrase to hear. He's convinced I'm a hoarder; I'm equally adamant that he produces too much waste by throwing things away and later rebuying them when he comes to the inevitable realisation that he needs them again. "Um... how about you design some nail art? You're always saying I should do bolder designs, maybe you can give me an idea of what you had in mind?"
This suggestion seems to quell the Throw All the Things beast, and I toss a few white swatch sticks his way. "Just give me one, I don't want to waste your stuff," he says.
"I don't actually use those for swatching, I prefer the clear ones. Use all the sticks you want."
His eyes narrow. "I don't want to use substandard sticks."
In which he discovers near-dupes and lemmings
After reassurances that they'll be fine, he starts asking for colours. "I want black. Do you have a bright green as well?"
I show him Rimmel Green Grass. "Darker," he says.
I take out ulta3 Frog Prince. "More fluoro." I'm feeling more and more like I'm dealing with a demanding toddler. "I can't believe you have this many polishes and no GOOD colours."
In which he demands quality nail art supplies
"I'm bored!" the boyfriend sighs. I see his eyes dart towards the pile of un-throw-out-able beauty products in the corner of my room. "Can I help you clean?"
This is never a good phrase to hear. He's convinced I'm a hoarder; I'm equally adamant that he produces too much waste by throwing things away and later rebuying them when he comes to the inevitable realisation that he needs them again. "Um... how about you design some nail art? You're always saying I should do bolder designs, maybe you can give me an idea of what you had in mind?"
This suggestion seems to quell the Throw All the Things beast, and I toss a few white swatch sticks his way. "Just give me one, I don't want to waste your stuff," he says.
"I don't actually use those for swatching, I prefer the clear ones. Use all the sticks you want."
His eyes narrow. "I don't want to use substandard sticks."
In which he discovers near-dupes and lemmings
After reassurances that they'll be fine, he starts asking for colours. "I want black. Do you have a bright green as well?"
I show him Rimmel Green Grass. "Darker," he says.
I take out ulta3 Frog Prince. "More fluoro." I'm feeling more and more like I'm dealing with a demanding toddler. "I can't believe you have this many polishes and no GOOD colours."













