nail wear.

I love that fingertips are getting plenty of attention at the moment. Colours, finishes, patterns and scents are currently sitting proudly a-tip the best dressed digits. Suddenly, colours seem to mean something. Whether it be Chanel’s beloved Jade or Orange Fizz or a knock-off that leaves you change from a fiver courtesy of Barry M, specific shades are enjoying the limelight.

I remember walking the streets of New York this time last summer and noting the pinky-orange gloss illuminating the toes of every third woman or girl. To me, the hue just didn’t seem right. It was too brash, too bright. Twelve months on and I’ve been converted. Garish is now definitely good. I’ll be sporting a tangerine homemade pedicure, applied shakily but earnestly whilst perched on the edge of an empty bath. My fingertips too, will look as though I’ve been swirling them, Amelie-style, in a vat of Sunny Delight. Completing the trio, my lips won’t be left out: they’ll be featuring a pop of apricot gloss worthy of a Penguin Classic spine.