Day 163 – Moving on because its better than staying stuck
Today’s post is going to be a little on the soft side as I am aware I have been getting a bit political, cross and serious of late and don’t want you to feel you are being ranted at.
This is not one for the men folk unless you like ladies to have nicely painted nails or are considering treating yourself to a manicure, just so you know my view on this is just because it has man in the title doesn’t make it manly you big girls blouses.
My favourite kind of nails is either a French manicure or a dark manicure which is where the nail colour is dark and the tips are light, it looks pretty dramatic but is striking and a bit sexier than the more clean cut wedding day classic polish.
My nails in the past have been a shambles, they were usually cut short because every attempt to grow them ended in disaster and as my eczema was constantly playing up the longer they were the more I scratched and the worse everywhere else looked. When I was a kid my mother had to smother me in oilatum and put on little mittens so I couldn’t scratch. I may have been hot and looked ridiculous but at least I wasn’t trying to tear my skin open in frustration.
After years of using nail strengtheners and learning the right way to file my nails I now have a set of nails which are acceptable to bear in public and my eczma has cleared up along with my self control and I only ever now scratch in my sleep or when I’m so stressed I don’t notice I’m doing it.
My friend from Ireland who I lived with last year was an expert in painting her nails, I however can only do other peoples or my left hand, the right usually ends up more on the finger than the nail. The other day though I finally mastered the art of the manicure and though it peeled off three days later it was so nice typing with pretty nails that I will be doing it again as often as I get the chance. I have some beautiful colours and hopefully it will add a bit of cheer to the blog and i especially on days where my mood is a bit black. I’m going to get a manicure tomorrow if I get the chance as it is £8 from a nail bar in Harborough which I think is a pretty good price as when I’ve had it done there before it has lasted a week.
If I get them done I think I am going to green to support the tennis. A long time ago I painted them with tippex and pen in the colour of St George’s flag but in the end we were kickewd out and though the felt tip washed off the tippex remained as a constant reminder of our tendency to fly the white flag in every major football tournament since 1966. But there’s no use focusing on unfulfilled dreams, roll on Wimbledon and Murray mount, this may just be his year.
The colour below on the link is the one I will choose and let me just clarify that once again (as with the zip dress scandal) Victoria Beckham is copying my hair length and not the other way round. I am considering chopping it off just to make sure nobody mistakes my look for an attempt to be a wannabe wag, oh I’m sorry a designer. Oops nearly got to the end without a rant, ah well I tried.
http://news.instyle.com/2010/06/28/victoria-beckham-goes-long-christina-hendricks-models-and-more/
- Today’s dress is from the boy’s mother. She bought it from a charity shop and it is originally from Per Una. It is a little big but I didn’t bother to belt or pin it as it is hot and the thought of anything against my skin is repulsive. I had to wear flip flops as my feet are frankly frightful and though I tried to put my heels in the pain was too much and accepting defeat I confined myself to the shoes which took me across the states in 2008. At least I’m not wearing crocs, it could be worse!
