Manicure in April.

There is something quietly indulgent about a fresh manicure — the way it makes you notice your hands again, the way you find yourself reaching for things a little more deliberately.

This April I went for soft French tips with a shimmer finish, the kind that catches the light without demanding attention. Understated but present. A small luxury that lasts the whole week.

Sometimes self-care is a spa day. Sometimes it's just sitting still for an hour while someone makes your hands beautiful.