Painted Lady

I spent some time these past few days doing my nails.

What? Me, little miss "I don't do make-up"? Well, yes. Beats me where this suddenly came from. My nails are still violin-short. I never got into the habit of growing them, firstly because of the violin-playing, which I maintain you cannot do with long nails, and secondly because the one time I tried long falsies, they snagged on everything and I couldn't type.
But then I saw this beautiful azure nail polish (which of course immediately had connotations of TARDIS blue) and I thought, why not. One thing led to another, and I now have not only the azure, but also a stunning peacock, a burgundy, a metallic black cherry, as well as my current favourite, silver lilac. These are not colours I associate with nail polish ("back in my day, it was red or nothing!"), though I probably won't try the canary yellow or turqoise. A nice shade of green, however, might still be in the cards. I also got white, and I want to try red with white polka-dots.

I will not grow my nails long; I need to type and play the violin. I won't paint my toenails. Yuck. But colour on my hands, great! I wonder what is going to be next, eyeshadow? Lipstick? Who knows, I might just get colourful in my 42nd year. And why the hell not.