Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
May 15, 2006
Manicured
I'm always amazed at how differently I hold my hands when my nails are painted. I instantly feel more delicate and refined. I broke out the polish on Saturday when I realized that I needed to do something to help reinforce my growing nails. This is the first time in a few months that they haven't broken off or split before reaching a respectable length. That's not to say they aren't weak (the nails on my longer fingers are still warped and bent) but they're not ragged stubs anymore. It's almost enough to make me want a manicure.
Posted by criminal at May 15, 2006 10:25 AM
Comments
I am so jealous. Go get a manicure so I can live vicariously through you. My nails are CRAP (said with a scottish accent!). So go ahead and paint them pretty colors, and your toes to match!
Posted by: Barbie at May 15, 2006 06:41 PM