My best friend growing up was called KP. KP was immaculate – even as a seven year old, she had beautifully brushed long locks, shoe laces tied to perfection, and neat little finger nails. I, on the other hand, was a scruffy thing, with unkempt straggly hair which I liked to chew on, scuffed Clarks, Dana Scully-inspired glasses and skinned knees. Looking through old photographs, I’m convinced that the only time during my entire childhood that I looked well put together was on the day of my First Holy Communion. Even then, I was outshone by KP, whose mum had sewed her a Disney princess-esque pink dress so that she didn’t feel left out at the after-party, on account of not being Catholic…
Twenty years later and there has been some improvement. Mostly aided by fellow bloggers, I’ve learned how to style my hair, apply eye liner (although never without a healthy dose of swearing first) and tweeze my eyebrows. However, one thing I haven’t ever been able to master are those neat little finger nails that I so envied KP for. The first two weeks of January were frantic at work, and by the weekend I realised how battered and bruised the tips of my fingers had become. As a child, I bit my nails. As an adult, it seems that I’ve developed a habit of biting the skin around my nails. Gross, I know.
Well, it stops today!
No more being embarrassed of going for a manicure because my fingers look like they’ve been mauled by a hungry Chihuahua! No more accidentally bleeding onto witness statements because I couldn’t resist the temptation to nibble!
First step in my quest to break this filthy habit – two new nail polishes. Unfortunately, however, it seems as though I’ve fallen into the same trap yet again. Though described by Essie as "Not Just A Pretty Face", you and I both know that pink is pink..and I already have (on the last count) 16 pink nail polishes.
Do you have a habit that you’re trying to break? How are you managing?
Post-script: KP is actually still my best friend and I can confirm that she is just as immaculate as a 27 year old, and is never seen without beautifully manicured nails. I’m still jealous, even twenty years later…