Washed out green with beautiful soft, fine purple shimmer on the pearly side. This is three coats. No, actually index and middle are four. They needed some additional leveling out.
Three or four coats and I'm not entirely happy with her. Among all the raves I've been reading - bashing Zoya polishes seems to be considered almost sinful - I'm adding in a more hesitant view of this untameable spring wild child. It seems like me and the Zoya girls sometimes get off on the wrong foot. I want to love them to death, but they are stubborn and free spirited and wont let me have them to the fullest. Much like her girlfriend Adina, Gemma has that gluey, streaky formula that won't let you work it out completely, and then, on top of it all, doesn't dry very fast. After seven hours, my Gemma manicure is still dentable.
Though, Gemma is very pretty. It's just the way it always is with me and the more spectacular Zoya girls - they just don't love me back. Gemma is yet another unanswered love. But I'll do what I always do: I just grab whatever affection I can get - and run.
However, I cannot look at Gemma and not think about this other Gemma - the lovely Emybloom.
Swedish word of the day:
orubblig -adjective headstrong
Gemma sure is.