Blind Man's Manicure: Don Draper distracts my attention

I was on holiday last week, enjoying a night out as you do. The restaurant was heaving, the food was delish, the wine was chilled and I leaned back in my chair and admired my new nail varnish colour.

"What are you looking at" asked the husband "Your nails is it?"

"Mmm" I said. "I got a new colour - it's nice isn't it?"

Though even as the words were out of my mouth I regretted them. When on earth have men ever shown any interest whatsoever in nail varnish colour. Why wasn't I alert to the possibility of slagging?

"Eh yeah" he said "Did you put it on in the dark?"

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"What? What do you mean? Is it horrible?"

"It's eh... like something a blind man would put on. Look at the state of it!"

And it was true. I had hurriedly put it on that evening before going out while we were watching Mad Men. So I totally and utterly blame Don Draper for the missed bits, for the skin that was painted and for the unaccountable half painted nails on the right hand.

I had to laugh. And be thankful that the lights in the restaurant were dim.

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