Monday, 23 January 2012

Nails are a girl's best friend

In my weeks without wearing accessories of any description I've found myself particularly proud and protective of my fingernails.

In the last 10 days alone they've been purple, light blue, hot pink, French-tipped, 30 scary minutes as yellow, and are currently bright orange.

I was a chronic nailbiter when I was younger, especially during exams. I'd either gnaw on them while trying to solve an equation, try to make them even lengths during a French or German listening test, or pick at them incessantly when I finished an essay and there was still 20 minutes remaining.

It also didnt help that I played netball a lot and always had to have them short.

I don't actually know when or how I stopped biting them, I just remember looking at a photograph from a girls' trip to QLD and going "Crap, I have nails!"

Since then I've fallen back into my old habits possibly a handful of times (over about 6years) but have come to appreciate them for what they are: both a beautiful natural accessory and a device for inflicting pain at the same time.

I think red might be next on the cards

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