I just had a french manicure and it didn't look bad on my short, fat fingernails.Our girl noticed it when we were at the wedding and she piped up, "Well, look at you! My Mama's growing up!".
Needless to say, it didn't last long. I came home and ended up with my fingers in the dirt:
My fingers are always happy when they are in the dirt. :)
Picked wild plums for jam:
Long about day 3, I helped DH clean out a water trough:
Not sure horn wraps and shuffling cattle helped matters any
Moving a pile of firewood pretty much convinced me that my hands can mess up a manicure in no time and manicures belong on someone else's fingers:
Now that I think about it, I probably could have just worn gloves for everything, but it seems things just pop up suddenly and gloves never cross my mind. So thank you for the gift - it was very thoughtful and I really did try to make it last. Pop on over in the next few days and I'll make you that pie you like - let's see how long THAT lasts! :)