Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

A Modicum of Glamour


You know, it used to be so easy: a quick turnaround from workaday to party girl. My mates could pick me up from work on a Friday night (I was always the last to finish work) I’d jump in the car and by the time we’d whizzed up the road to Lancaster, Burnley, Oldham or Preston I’d emerge like a butterfly from a chrysalis all set for a party or a black tie dinner, there can’t be a  ladies loo on the motorway network in the north west that I’ve not changed in. But it was a long time ago.

This came to mind the other night when I was roped in to be a ‘model’ (actually guinea pig would be a more accurate description) for someone who was presenting a ‘micro teach’ on beauty therapies for a teaching qualification. She ‘did my nails’ the moment the glorious damson varnish went on I was transported back to a world where such things seemed important, instant glamour. There was only one problem though and the clue is in the name ‘micro teach’ there was only time for one hand

What no party-2

So I came home with just a fistful of glamour, I flashed the glitzy hand around the next morning remembering parties past, till it was time for work and the reality that I wasn’t going to get away with the ‘before and after look’ at work, so I managed to find the nail varnish remover in the back of the bathroom cabinet (it had just about evaporated, but there was enough) and wipe away the glamour but not the memory.


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

13 thoughts on “A Modicum of Glamour

  1. Morning chuckle! It’s a good thing the “micro teach” wasn’t on haircuts. The manicure looks very nice, but even the unmanicured hand is well groomed. Friday night glitz may be only a memory, but Mrs. Uhdd remains well put together. OK, maybe except for the too-short red wellies. Heh heh.

  2. Yes, even the ungroomed hand looks OK, not like mine with ingrained soil and thorn scratches all over them. I was dog-proofing the back garden this weekend and crawling through the bushes trying to see everything from a puppy’s point of view. Otherwise I wouldn’t be spending quite so much time out there at this time of year. She very quickly worked out what I was up to, and hastily nipped through all the places I hadn’t yet sealed up, and which she hadn’t yet been through, while she still had the chance. She’s a quick learner, this spaniel. Actually ‘micro-spaniel’ would be a better name. I had to stop up the tiniest holes.

  3. So sorry you found the remaining nail varnish remover, you could have swanned around waving the hand and started a brand’ new fashion’.

    I really like the look of that Damson colour, think I might just – but at 72 – well why not, I wear purple and red together.

  4. If you hadn’t found any nail varnish remover, I’m sure I could have found some polyester resin brush cleaner amongst the stocks of paint. It’s the same stuff, just comes in bigger containers and costs much less!

    • And I imagine that you think I’m going to paint my nails Audi red or Landrover silver don’t you????
      Just as well I convinced you to throw away that 23 year old tin of lumpy varnish the other day!

  5. I remember the days when I could have had a second career as a quick change artist. These days, by the time I’ve finished getting ready I’m knackered! Oh to be young again (but know then what I know now).

    I do like the colour of that nail polish, though. Be a good match with my eyes the next morning, as well!

  6. That nail varnish is an absolutely gorgeous colour! You have lovely hands, as Joss says – the ungroomed hand looks very nice too.

  7. Agreeing with the comments above about your lovely hands and a very elegant photo. I think it would have been a nice gesture if you had been given the bottle of nail polish so you could have at least finished the job 🙂 Perhaps you’ll get one under the tree for Christmas ~

  8. Oh thats made me laugh that has
    Ive been on the go since 4am travelling in this cold weather and Uphill thats quality.

    I can soooooooo relate to the nails.
    Mrs Laidbackfellrunner likes her nails. I once questioned the amount she spends on them every fortnight and I was polietly told. Shall we mention Fellshoe costs !!!!!.
    So I dropped the subject.

    I also remember the days when we would work flat out to get home to go out on a friday night. Many a time id be eating my tea as I was getting on the bus to go up town.
    It seems like yesterday

    Sadly my nails are not good. Ive bitten my nails since I was little and neve been able to give up the habit.
    Ive tried everything

    • Mr LBFR does indeed have stunning nails, I’d be a disaster with such things of beauty, mine grow to a certain length, then they start to ‘bother me’ and I have to take the clippers to them! A young man who I’ll not mention by name on this blog, not only bites his finger nails but his toe nails too!

  9. laid back runner

    I know it’s not a polite question, but how old are you? I was a life-long nail-biter, and not proud of it. I also had tried everything.
    When I was about 33 I read somewhere that there are very few nail-biters over the age of 35 as apparently most people just grow out of it. Well, I thought that was a bit late to grow out of anything and was still chewing away past 35, but about 2 years later I gradually stopped over about 6 months, and now am an ex-biter. Whether I really ‘grew out of it’ or simply self-hypnotised having read the article I don’t know!

  10. Kirstine
    Ive bitten my nails since I can remember
    My oldest memory is probably from about 8 yrs old.
    Im 39 and just driven back from the lake district and chewed my nails all the way home.
    I do it without thinking.
    And yes Uphill is correct, I can bite my toenails but that isnt a problem as its only about every 3 months.
    Ive tried every single remedy known to man including counselling.
    Ive tried before going about a week and just as I think ive cracked it ive bitten all my nails right down again.
    I suppose its an addiction. Just glad its that and not smoking or drinking really
    I dont think I will ever be able to stop
    Thanks for your post

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