I had my first manicure yesterday.
Always thought it was just someone else putting nail polish on you and- hey- I can do that. when i have the time... and remember where the nail polish is.... and it's not too old to be useful anymore... you know, the usual.
But one of my students is studying to be qualified as a nail artist and asked if she could practice on me.
At first I just laughed and showed her my hands.
My beat up, perma-dirted, broken-nailed, grass-stained, poor mistreated hands.
She didn't even blink and said no problem.
So, after checking for the best way to get dirt out from under my nails- a cotton wool wrapped cuticle tip (it's not that I don't wash my hands but that all that digging pushes the skin on the underside of my nails down further than it should be. Makes for artificially long nails, tender fingertips and dirt way down below where the scrubbing brush can reach.) she went ahead and did the manicure.
Wow. It was all about massages and finger baths and cuticle care and when we finally got to the polish I was feeling so glam!
Friday night I was so careful with my new pretty nails. Picked weeds only by their very tops so I was nowhere near anything remotely dirty, changed the chook water without using my hands to demuck the container etc etc.
Today started off the same but then I found some nice groundcover weeds the ducks like... and I picked them without thinking... then I dropped the stick I was using to transplant lettuce seedlings and automatically reverted to poking holes in the ground with my index fingers... and... and... and...
Sorry K-san!!! I feel so guilty. They were so beautiful and now..... well, they are less beautiful but they still make me feel beautiful so thank you!