“Joy at your fingertips”
“Joy at your fingertips” Last week I caught a colleague grimacing at the sight of my broken, flaky fingernails and ragged cuticles. “Been decorating…? No, gardening?” she asked innocently. “No, these are just my nails,” I shrugged, swiftly moving my hands out of her line of vision. The truth is, in my busyness and my need to quite literally get my hands dirty several times a day, my nails are overlooked. A functional trim, an occasional rounding off with a nail file, the odd splash of black nail varnish – often applied en route to a night out – is about as much love as I’ve managed to give my fingernails. When I do find the time to have a manicure I notice a whole body and mind shift – exaggeratedly…