I paint my nails often. Some (my husband) say way too often. And yet, to see them before they are complete, you would think my 4-year-old niece had painted them.
I love nail polish. I hoard nail polish. On bad days, just gazing at my nails fills me with a sense of happiness and calm. As a scientist who experiences a lot of failure, discombobulation, and flailing, I NEED THAT CALM.