My adorable daughter dropped in one evening a few weeks ago and handed me a bottle of nail polish. She said she had a bottle, really liked it, and thought I'd like one, too. Fun!!
Now, lest you think I have beautifully manicured and painted fingernails, think again. Oh, I long to, but it has never worked out for me. My hands are always in some kind of mess, or I'm scrubbing something, and the polish, should I actually have some on, is gone in a flash.
But, about twenty-some years ago I discovered that feet, in sandals, look a lot better if they have some color on the nails. So I began to buy fun colors and painted away. I even discovered that it was totally fun, in the dead of winter, to take off my socks and discover wild red polish! It always made me smile.
I'm far too cheap, um, frugal, to pay someone to do my tootsies. Hey, there's fabric to be purchased! So every so often I sit on the edge of the tub, soak my feet in some scented bath salts, buff them, and slather on lotion. Then I contemplate my color choices, apply, and watch some oldie rerun on the tube while the color dries. It's always an upper.
Here's today's efforts featuring the polish Ann brought me. It's glittery!! And the color changes with the light. It's my current favorite.
The bottle is so classy that I keep it out on my nightstand to admire. The color number is 315. And seriously, this stuff lasts! I have to work hard to get it off with the polish remover.
And one more thing: over the years I've discovered that if I think I don't have time to give myself a pedicure, my priorities are seriously out of whack. It's my firm belief that everyone needs to take time for some fun pampering. I know I feel great when I do. ♥
Hmmm. That *is* fun.
ReplyDeleteI confess that I have never been a primper / pamperer. My mother used to admonish me about my nails. But -- I have short, stubby fingers with round nails that must be clipped short. I wasn't in the line where they gave out shapely nails.
I'm glad to hear that one of us can still reach her toes. (LOL) I think I could manage it. My sister Harriet indulges in pedicures. Once she even sported piano keys on her toenails.
Hmm, now that I think of it, giving myself a pedicure is also good for keeping my body limber! Double win!! LOL
DeleteI just had to take a break from my work -- I'm making aprons today -- and recount a story told at Christmastime many years ago by one of my nieces. I'll call her Suzy.
ReplyDeleteSuzy had her nails professionally manicured and then went off to shop. As she made a purchase at a counter, the clerk admired her nails. "Are they yours," she asked, to which Suzy replied, "Yes, they are." Just then Suzy went to pick up her purchase off the counter, accidentally hitting her nail so that it popped off. Suzy was caught in her fib, but both she and the clerk burst into laughter.
What a great story!!
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