Beautifully polished toe-nails? Shiny, smudge-free, perfectly manicured finger-nails? Sound familiar? Yeah, not to me either. I can't say that I remain entirely patient during the 3 days and 42 minutes it takes for me to paint all of my nails reasonably well.

I don't know how many of you can sympathise, but the excitement of painting my nails screeches to an abrupt halt when I realise that I'm going to be sitting like a penguin on my bed without making contact with the floor for the next 15 minutes of my life. To be honest, while I'm waiting for my 'easy-dry' nail lacquer to actually solidify, Taylor Swift has probably broken up with her current boyfriend, written a frustratingly catchy song about the break-up and caught the eye of some other annoyingly hot male specimen. I mean, if you want to speed up the nail-drying process you could always turn into a human fan, or in other words look like a hypothermic octopus trying to shoo three million flies off its face. I don't know, that might just be me...

Then along comes the smudging. Now, I know this is most likely (okay 100%) the fault of me - the person who fails at absolutely anything and everything that involves hand-eye coordination and attention to detail. But, still, why is it that every time I paint my nails - I come out of the extremely traumatic experience bearing a striking resemblance to a public bus that's become the victim of teenage graffiti? I don't even know.... It's generally why I hesitate about painting my nails the colour red, because that inevitably involves about 13 people asking me when exactly my foot got mauled by a wild animal?

Chipping. Flaking. I say that it's whatever you want to call that annoying process that happens only a couple of days after you painted your beautifully perfected nails. In the pool? In the shower? While I'm wearing that gorgeous pair of open-toe heels? It seems like my nails really don't care. Of course this little chip leads to frantically painting another layer over the top to conceal that little chip, which then leads to too much nail polish which eventually means a whole layer of cracked-chipped-off-ness. It's all to difficult, right?

To everyone out there in the same acetone-reeking boat - whenever you feel like hurling that bottle of move perfection across the room, just remember to breath in, breathe out and polish on.

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