On the Third Day of a Feminine Christmas

Painted nails have never been a strong suit of mine as much as I admire them on others.  Always feeling antsy in a manicurist chair and not liking the damage I’ve seen on others who utilize gel manicures, I often leave my nails alone and try to keep my hands moisturized.

However, at Christmas, I love a red or burnished cranberry-colored nail.  In season, I try to do this on my own with mostly mixed results.  But when I succeed, I get a lot of joy at peeking at my brightly painted garnet fingertips.

There are only a few influencers that I am aware of who polish their own nails but again, I simply don’t have the patience to follow their somewhat elaborate steps to help keep nail polish on.  It’s not my way and I am ok with that.  There are some things I’ve come to terms with eliminating from my Christmas to-do list and manicures are just one of them.  But oh how I love the lovely picture above.  Still, I would rather be reading A Christmas Carol or enjoying a production of the the Dickens classic than fretting over the polish on my nails.

However, there is another element in the image as well…jewelry.  I troll my jewel box for less-worn or forgotten sparkling treasures.  Sometimes it’s a bright cocktail ring that belonged to my mother or a cut-glass beaded bracelet I may have found at a craft fair once.  Anything bright or sparkling that reminds me of the joyous season and if it’s is a forgotten treasure I’ve found, all the better because it always feels brand new.  I love any garb that mirrors the stars in the night sky at Christmastime.  Even if my nails are pale.