A hard day's work

I awoke to a cloudy drizzly day, quite with no sound of hammers and cement mixers hovering over my head, I was able hear the birds sing songing for the first time in weeks. I spent most of the day inside, as usual...working away on my miniature paintings.

The only moment I did leave the shelter of my home was to go have my nails done. Now that I am no longer part of the nail biters club, I am fascinated with having them done. Today I tried this cute little place that opened this month, called Make My Day. It is a make over parlor done in all red and white...super cute and the price of the manicure was super reasonable. However, I suppose you get what you pay for! After nearly 2 hours of dry time, they were still wet! I have successfully ruined my shiny red nails. Ugh!

So...I attempted to paint them on my own...worse idea! I have made a complete mess of myself, and have now re-painted them for the third time...trying to give them sufficient time to dry, but each time touching something I shouldn't, whereby ruining them yet again.

I don't get it! How can my hand be steady enough to paint small intricate details on canvas, yet when it comes to my own finger nails it looks as though a 3 year old got a hold of her mother's stash of 1980's nail products.
Lets hope that the third time is charmed. Now, after this oh so stressful day, I am going to a nice hot bubble bath while I continue reading one of the best books I have read in a very long time; "Three Cups of Tea."

Before doing so, however, I wanted to post my hard days work...