a double victory Tweet

When my sister came to London last summer, she threatened to paint my nails, as that was a recurring whine about my lack of time (and she's really good at it). But she soon realized that it's more likely we skip that and have a beer and a chat, which is exactly what happened. When my sister left London last fall, she left me a nail varnish that would suit me more, she said. My main interaction with the tiny bottle, since then, has been moving it from here to there, dusting it occasionally and, well, daydreaming.

Then, around Christmas, I had an overpowering desire to paint my nails red. Not overpowering enough to become reality. More of a regret than anything else. It was only last night, having arrived at a bit of a milestone in making my beauty corner of the bedroom work, that I sat down and tried the varnish, wondering whether I still recalled how to paint nails at all. It doesn't look too bad in the daylight, does it? And that is the new keyboard of my new laptop. Which is just like my old laptop. Except it works. For now.