I could not help but compliment the bank manager on her beautiful manicure. I have seen some, let’s say, striking claws in my time but hers were tastefully painted and of a reasonable length to carry out most of life’s necessities without too much digital contortion.
Hers probably stood out to me because mine were such a contrast. “Gloves!” She said, “When I am good and remember to put them on before housework, my nails reward me by looking gorgeous.” I agreed…somewhat. It only takes a few instances of glovelessness to decimate cuticles and send nails splitting, breaking or withdrawing, leaving hands looking like well, …a domestic’s.
There, I admitted it. I did not want my hands looking like I ever did housework, Continue reading “Servant: From Head to Toe”