After a week of crawling in the mud, sweating in placed I never knew God intended sweat to come from and generally looking like a women's softball coach for a week - I was desperate for some girlieness.
Thankfully, I have the best beauty salon in London within a five minute walking distance and what is even better, they are as crazy about an experiment as I am.
I've been keen on reversed manicures for ages and when stumbling across the most gorgeous reversed manicure in Vogue, I knew this was the one.
Sitting down in the chair at the salon and resting my very masculine hands on a cushion was like coming home from war. If homecoming after war included champagne cocktails.
You have to hand it to my nail guru, she has the patience of a saint. Each nail took what felt like hours to finish and on top of that she had to deal with a very cranky client straight from bootcamp who was not loving anything at all in that moment. She does have a three year old at home, I reckon that helped her when trying to be patient with me.
The nails were well worth the time when finished though, it's that kind of perfection only expected by Vogue and Guys & Dolls Parlour..
It feels good to be a girl again!
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| Just like Vogue intended it. |
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