A Messy French Affair

I'm not a nail painter. I don't really have to patience for the up keep nor the money for it to be done professionally but occasionally I'll catch a whim and paint them.

I did this recently with a fancy polish called "French Affair" and despite it's fancy name and pretty color it was a mess to get on, too thin and runny. After the third coat it looked fairly good with only a few fingerprints and small uncovered spaces.

What I find interesting is that my strangely pink nails received a lot of attention. I walked around with my heavy feeling fingertips receiving complements from strangers and friends alike. I have some trepidation about the whole praise thing, I've become rather insecure in my old age. So I'm walking around and people at random are telling me that they like my nails and I'm wondering if my nose is bleeding or if my hair is missing a large patch in the back or something.

By the time I removed the polish it was badly chipped and I had indeed suffered a few bloody noses (probably more to do with the try air at my jobs and a self-diagnosed sinus infection) but I was beginning to like the color and half expected to see it when I looked down at my hands.

So here's to taking complements for what they are and lamenting the only French affair I've ever had has been on my nails!