Took a day off to enjoy being a girl. Went out with my friend Steph to join her in having her nails done.
Sad to say I was rather unprepared for the excursion. I wore shoes instead of slippers. So, once we were done I had to ask Steph to buy me slippers. Therefore I was left to my own devices while on the "nail shop".
They had a number of very fetching multicolored nail colors as well as nail art samples which I took a delight in taking a photo of; as you can see. Pretty aren't they?
I didn't have them done to me though. Just the usual black nail polish. Thank you.
As pretty as they are, I don't think they would look good on me. Plus the fact that I have a bad habit of using my hands quite a lot.
Even when I no longer play the guitar as much as I do, which is really a good reason not to have nail polish, I still tend to chip my nails often. As pretty as I find having black nail polish on, sad to say, work and house work are pretty much formidable obstacles. As mundane as they sound, they are pretty much that. Obstacles. Both of the literal sense and the psychological one.
So right now, I have black nail polish. They'll chip away soon and my nails are growing longer and there are now uncolored gaps between black and my nails' new growth.
I'm pretty sure I would take a photo of my fingers again.
Soon.
Right bloody now.
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