One upon a time, I dated a guy who told me that he loved it when his girl had a french manicure. That should have been the sign to run, right? Sigh.
But, since I love getting myself into complicated relationships, I ignored his comment and tucked it away somewhere deep inside my memory. And every once in a while, when I had an hour to spare, I would meticulously paint this atrocity on my nails.
What can I say! Love makes you do crazy things!
Now, don’t get your hopes high or get too impressed with my nail painting skills, folks. Let’s be honest. When I give myself a french manicure, it looks like the workings of a kindergartner.
And that’s not me being hard on myself; that’s me being generous.
So, excuse me while I go touch up this horrendous manicure, then spend the rest of the evening rereading this.
What went on around The Chic Teach this week: