For as long as I can remember, probably since I stopped biting them, my nails have been weak and so easily broken that it’s difficult to even think of painting them. Last year I make a special effort all the way through December and each night before work, I would paint on another layer of protective varnish in varying colours until I finally came to Christmas Eve with a set of almost decent nails to paint for Christmas Day. The only problem here is that on Christmas Eve I was working a day shift and everything was so hectic that I forgot to protect my nails and they got completely trashed.
Now, since they’d been painted all through December the usual result appeared, the nails dried out and the top layer peeled off leaving me with paper-thin nails which didn’t just chip, they tore off at any opportunity.
It took me until the wedding this month to put the damage back together and even then I didn’t quite manage to grow them as long as I would have liked. Just long enough to paint them green and orange to match my outfit though.
Two weeks off from work meant that by the second week they’d grown a little longer still, and I played again, this time with a couple of little music notes added to the thumb and ring finger.
Little Sister decorates her nails and during her wedding visit had brought along a whole bag of bits and pieces for me to play with. We did have fun but I obviously need a lot of practice. I’ve been trying a few new treatments and even after a week back in work, have managed to keep my nails so although my blog by no means falls into the “Beauty Blog” cattergory, I’m afraid I might have to bore a few of you with a little nail art here and there.
The pretty colours on the end of my nails make me smile almost as much as the bright coloured socks which keep peeping out of the bottom of my trousers.