Since about May of this year I don't think I've seen the actual colour of my nails for anything more than 5 minutes. While I was in Virginia I got my hands on a number of different brightly coloured polishes, and since then I've been hooked, painting my nails every colour under the rainbow. My last run consisted of red, white, and blue nails for 4th of July, which were hell on the whole OCD symmetry but rich enough in colour to make up for it. I've also become a sucker for dark reds and bright turquoises (sometimes together), and have created a colour-blind nightmare of turquoise-red 'eyes' on my toes. I had been planning on doing something with green and blue next, but, well, that's not going to happen.
The whole pride-goes-before-a-fail thing came and bit me on the backside, really. I have very weak nails at the best of times (I have calluses on both hands because I can't and won't strum like normal people), and it turns out that nail polish, while making things pretty, also dries them out, and so now I have very fractured, very damaged, above all very boring nails. Which is why I'm now typing with fingers drenched in almond oil. Apparently it helps, and I'm banking on it, because I intend to play guitar at Sidmouth if at all possible, even if that means sacrificing my pretty colours.
Instead, I'm looking at brightly coloured temporary hair dies- because as yet my hair hasn't managed to fray. Since my last haircut it's been something of a managed mass of frizz with a curly set of bangs. Bizzare, but workable. Now I want to put green or blue or something in it. Maybe I'll just have to substitute brightly coloured clothes.
Next time- my lovely day out on Dartmoor with Kerensa and why Josh's philosophy symposium is going to be the death of me.
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