I have this thing about nail polish, I never wear because I don’t really have any nails to speak of. I always think I want long nails until I actually grow them then they just annoy me and cause me to type even worse than normal. I always felt like unless it was a clear nail polish it would look stupid on short nails. Well I ended up buying that Nail Salon for myself and my girls, you know the nail stamper. Any way, it really only shows up with color on top of color, so, I painted my nails a pretty dark rose color. Color me shocked, those nails did something for me, I like them. They make me feel girl. It made me feel like more than just mom, it gave me a little attitude. Weird huh?
I discovered something like this after my husband died. Suddenly months after he died I started to see myself as a woman, not just wife and mother. I bought pretty underwear, I discovered I have breasts! I never really paid much attention and nobody else seemed to either, all of a sudden there they were! Strange post yes I know, it was just something that struck me yesterday.
Oh and the nail salon thing, we’re trying to master it, helpful hint pull off the plastic covers on the design wheels-makes a big difference.
Not Really About Nail Polish