Rescue Beauty Lounge Recycle has been in my stash for years, yet I was a bad polish parent because I neglected it.
One day while rummaging through my Helmer to decide what to wear, I found it crying in the corner.
That’s when my heart sank. How could I let this happen? I knew just what to do.
I cradled it in my arms, and told it that everything would be okay.
A faint squeal of delight could be heard coming from my nails the second Recycle touched them. (Well, okay, maybe not, but I have a pretty vivid imagination, so let’s just roll with it. More like it was me squealing!)