A great thing happened during Covid: I was forced to paint my nails myself. At the time it didn’t seem so great. In fact, it was a nightmare. My artistic abilities were pretty lousy and often I’d end up with nail polish all over my cuticles if not all over my hands. Beautiful! I’d then round out the experience by knocking over a bottle of nail remover and cursing like a sailor because it took the finish off my retro ’60s Danish beauty of a coffee table.