Nail it!

This week has been all about the slog. The routine that I've committed to is like a life sentence and with every month, and at this stage week, there's a new lotion or product I really should be using. But this week a little colour was added to my life. It came in the form of the much sought after Chanel Le Vernis in Particuliere 505.

It's a mushroomy colour but I think it also looks like melted chocolate and have been tempted to lick my nails on more than one occasion. Nail polish is something I normally reserve for my toes and at that it's usually the French manicure option but I was pleasantly surprised at how much I liked a splash of colour on my fingers. I prepped my nails with a quick file and got to work, trying to stay between the lines, three strokes and all that jazz. I was fairly happy with my 'handy' work and it only took two coats to hide the white tips of my nails. I've noticed there's a certain way you hold your hands when your nails are painted - everything is very gentle and lady like. Far from prim and proper are the inevitable chips - I got just about 24 hours out of it before it started to look far from glamorous. The simple act of typing seems to be too much for even the toughest nail varnish. (Think I've been listening to too much Barry Scott.)

Last week I started using a new eye cream and a Cellulite minimiser lotion. The eye cream I've been fairly religious with, every morning and night. You're only supposed to use a grain of rice sized bit of cream so I've been doing my best not to do more damage than good. The Cellulite treatment is supposed to be used twice a day but if I actually want to leave the bathroom and make it to work I can only fit it in at night. I've also been a little lazy with it at the weekend as you really have to massage it in and it tends to take off any fake tan you've on. I've been trying a combination of things to shift it in time for holidays so hopefully between the cream, all the massaging and litres of water I'll shift the craters.

Tanning has thankfully been pretty straight forward this week. Pity I didn't take my own advice of putting the Dove summer glow on at night. Ended up with patchy feet from putting my shoes on too soon. Not to mention the stink of the stuff all day long.

Now as us ladies know fake tan sometimes requires a helping hand. That normally comes in the form of our significant other. This week I've been reminded that although the tanning glove is a saving grace for us women for men it often ends up being a tight squeeze. We've all heard of mansized tissues, but the same can't be said for tanning gloves. A solution for our men as they help is on our plight to be beautiful is surgical gloves. These come in different sizes and can be binned afterwards. If all else fails the marigolds may have to be borrowed from the kitchen!

...... Time to deal with the chipped nail varnish. Where's the paint stripper, I mean nail varnish remover.