I once bought some nail varnish just because of its name. Schadenfreude. How could it fail? It didn’t matter what it looked like, it was nail paint with attitude. The jar is long dried-up and thrown away and I can’t even remember the shade was apart from it being vaguely purple. Yet, I remember the name. When […]
Nailing grown up hands for once
For most of my life, I’ve avoided nail polish. This is partly because I thought painting my nails would draw attention to my not-very-elegant hands, and partly because I wasn’t really very good at it. Also painted nails sort of belonged with lipstick and beige tights, on someone who is a grown up. Now, though, I’m 45 […]