Three coats with SV.
I was so drawn to this polish because of its fine, seemingly iridescent green shimmer. In the bottle, it was so, so gorgeous against the green teal (I feel like this teal is closer to Pantone's definition of emerald). As you can see, it didn't really show up on the nail.
VERY DISAPPOINT., which is a total first world tragedy because the formula was perfect. This polish was super opaque with one coat and ready for top coat at two. You know me, though, three-coater 4 life. S-teal a Base wasn't a total stainer, since I doubled up on base coat and then applied Orly Cutique anyway. Everything was all good after that.
I did enjoy the name. For some reason, I thought it wasn't a reference to, you know, bases. No, my special self thought it was a reference to bouillabaisse. This is how you know OPI and their dumb names have taken over my brain. I love OPI, but wow, their names have been uber ridiculous lately.
I took S-teal a Base back to CVS yesterday to return it ... and exchanged it for something else you may or may not see here (let's see how this week unfolds). I noticed some SH coupons at Rite Aid that you can use for anything over $2.99, so if you have a coupon, you may be able to get a new Insta-Dri shade for $3-ish. I honestly would skip this one, though.
P.S. I drove almost three hours on Sunday to watch "Game of Thrones" with B. No, I don't need to check my priorities. They're good. Stannis Baratheon's face was worth it, which was a nice bonus. Clearly, the night is dark and full of sexy up in Dragonstone. (Praise R'hllor.) And if you generally donut like Stephen Dillane, we will have to have words because HOW DO YOU NOT?!
P.P.S. I was way too bushed to go out and have Iron Throne Ale -- a decision I came to regret an hour later when I got hungry, but my pants were already off and lbr, I never leave the house when the pants have come off. This is usually okay with me and definitely a very good thing for the rest of the world, but I was so hungry B had to make me popcorn. I hate eating popcorn before bed, but we had nothing else that wasn't cat food or tuna. Maybe I should have re-titled this post "First World Problems." If I somehow developed a sense of humor, that's what I would call my Comedy Central special.