|Faux books which hold my nail goodies, and Ecoya Vanilla Bean hand lotion.|
Something that always helps me feel more pulled together is spending a little time on my nails. I’m with French women here. Apparently ‘they’ (not generalising at all) prefer short, neat, natural-coloured or un-coloured nails, with painted toes.
Working five days a week in a busy shoe store I cannot wear polish on my finger nails because the colour is chipped within one day. Sadly. On the upside, my nails never go yellow from being covered up, so there is that.
The job factor helped when I was decluttering my nail colours. I now only have four shades and one of them is nude. For special occasions I use the nude on my fingers, and I save the others for my toes.
Just for the record, none of my nail colours have any metallic or sparkle, they are all creamy. I’m not young enough or old enough for shimmer I think.
The colours I use on my toes are a purple/black prune type colour, a bright red/orange and a taupe colour that was supposed to look like that lovely putty beige I’ve seen on women, but instead just looks dirty and horrid on me so it will I have to go.
I love the look of dark or bright fingernails but I’m always so nervous of chipping the colour before I get to where I’m going. That would positively ruin my night. Maybe I’ll get brave one day.
My nails get to a certain length and then one seems to go. That is the cue for all the others to be filed down to the same length. My mother’s worst nightmare (if that doesn’t sound too dramatic) which I absorbed growing up, was nails of different lengths on the same person, so I always have to have them the same length.
By the sofa I keep a nail file and thick hand cream and I can multi-task while I’m watching tv.
I admit I did have a year-long flirtation with acrylic nails more than a decade ago and it was fun for something different. But these days I’m very happy to be low-maintenance and low-cost.
How about you? What do you do with your nails?