Project 365 Redux: 4th Jan 2013 - Get my nails painted

Like a miniature daschund, the next few posts are going to be short and sweet (and possibly a good source of protein).

Due to constraints on both time and money this month, owing to certain people in my life insisting on having a birthday very close after Christmas (I blame the parents...) and also allowing for the fact that I have 365 things to do and write about, it's going to have to be a given that not all of them are going to be winners.  However, they all still count in the grand scheme of things.

So, with the Channel 4 Friday Night Mashup in the background and the good lady armed with a bottle of Chanel Black Stereotype (or something equally as racist), we went from this:

Dock Worker

To this:

Sex Worker

 In keeping with the spirit of the task, I kept the nails on for 24 hours.  This spooked out no end of people, including but not limited to the friendly barista in Starbucks who provide me with the happy juice that keeps me so cheerful and well adjusted, my work colleagues (one of whom upon first sighting proclaimed me to be gay... despite being gay himself... apparently there are levels. Who knew?) and my ex who I had to go see to pick up a parcel after discovering that the good people of Amazon aren't psychic and don't automatically know when I've moved house...

The general consensus was that these didn't suit me - which to be honest is absolutely fine, especially as I found myself getting irate that I'd chipped two of them in the 24 hours that I was rocking them. Only 4 days in and I'm getting a bit concerned about the effect this is having on me.