They are found...

I used to have masses of nail varnishes - I mean lots of them. Yes, much, much more than this. Anyway, to cut a long story short, when I had my children, my nails were shot to h***. They became weak and brittle and chipped, as well as flaking badly, and as I'd never had weak nails before, this was a bit of a nuisance. I only wore nail varnish thereafter occasionally, stashing it all in a shoe box. Recently I've realised that my nails are much stronger again (finally) and have started to wear the polish again. Most of my old ones are still fine (any of you aficionados out there with a similar passion will be able to pick out some very old bottles in amongst these) and of course, I've added some new ones. I HAD forgotten which bit of furniture I'd stashed them under, but it came to me, in the middle of the night, (along with a plot for a zombie film) where they were - and voila - they were indeed there. So today is dark purple. Tomorrow? Who knows.