Do you spend a disproportionate amount of your life trying to please others – especially when it comes to beauty?
From fiddling about with eyeliner and concealer so that anyone you meet doesn’t have to see six years of dawn-wake-up eyes, to dealing with an inch-and-a-half of grey roots what feels like a week after being dyed – none of it feels like it’s for my benefit.
Yet creating perfectly imperfect nails is something I have always done to please myself.
I catch sight of those glossy scarlet digits and they give me such a rush of joy. I think, ‘These could be the hands of someone who does more than pack lunches and wipe bottoms’.
I have had every kind of nail-art, nail-treatment and spray-varnish going.
I have suffered from silent, seething manicure rage. You know, when they press into your cuticles with an orange stick but don’t remove any skin or file so gently you want to snatch it out of their hands and do it yourself.
And yes, I am one of those dreaded people who never utters a word but moans endlessly afterwards.
My nails aren’t perfect – I nibble away whenever I am stressed – but I do take a great interest in new innovations and trends.
I think it is a wellbeing-must for mothers. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t feel better when their hands and feet are beautifully polished and pampered – it is sacred me-time when there is so little of it for yourself.
I wouldn’t say I was an expert but over the years I have acquired quite a bit of knowledge – especially when it comes to preparation.
A manicurist only has so long to spend removing your cuticles, and I do emphasise that they are your cuticles, so it is your responsibility to keep on top of them.