I have a love/hate relationship with glittery nail polishes, in face any nail varnish that isn't an opaque block colour I'm wary of. When I say love I mean I used to love them. I loved them when my first nail polishes were pink and blue with silver sparkles. When my 11-year-old self's go-to polish was a horrid dark green with gold flakes. When the first time, at age 7, someone applied a beautiful rainbow glitter I've pined for ever since.
I'm fresh out of a bathroom spa treatment session with my sister where I declared - if I could only have one face mask for the rest of my life, I would be perfectly happy if it was this one.
At some point everyone of my go-to beauty bloggers have posted a picture of their masque-smeared visages so when wandering through the streets of London en route to Selfridges and Aesop came into view around a cobblestoned corner, I stopped dead in my tracks, grabbed Boyfriend's arm and made a b-line for the door.