I borrowed my
sister-in-law’s fancy new polish that promised to fade my nails from light to
dark in three simple steps. Not wanting just a silver color, I painted my
natural toenails bright red first for a splash of color. Believe it or not I’m
actually not one that normally paints her toes. However, I was pulling out
all the stops for the weekend and wanted to be perfect. HA!
After a short time, I called my red coat dry and followed
step one: I painted my toenails with the first light silver color. Holding my
toes as far apart as possible I stomped back to my printer to add more paper. Then
step two: I painted half my nails with a darker shade. I repeated the add paper
to the printer process and added unsticking my fourth left toe from its pinky
partner because the wet paint had fused them together. Finally step three: I
painted a fourth of the nail with the darkest glittery shade. As I waited for
them to dry, I walked on my heels to my bedroom where I threw the remainder of
my clothes from my bed into my gigantic suitcase.
I got a breather and took time to check out my pedicure. Not
only was it not me, it looked awful! The promised perfect fade appeared cheesy
and remember that splash of color I wanted? Well, yeah it was there however, it
was only visible along the edges. So it looked like my toes were bleeding. I
was tired and I had spent all that extra time painting them, I was keeping them
that way! So I went to bed.
Do you know what sheets do to ugly toes? They sabotage them!
Ok, perhaps it was the four layers of paint and the lack of drying time. Either
way they ruined my dreadful pedicure. That’s what I get for trying to be fancy.
I hopped out of bed and scraped off the wrinkled up paint and went to the
bathroom and grabbed the nail polish remover. Guess what? I only had a teeny tiny
amount in the bottle. Of course I did! So I rubbed off my hard work as well as
possible. But I couldn’t get all the stupid red off my toes. Grrr! Fine! I
looked in the back of the cabinet and found my trusty old dark reddish color
and coated my toe nails in a few swift moves. The paint was so old I had to
hold the bottle sideways to get its contents, the thick goopy stuff, to land on
the brush. When finished I studied my toes. They were plain and imperfect, but
it was me!
I promised myself I
would just be ME the whole weekend, no matter what. The vow worked out
well. And as an added bonus, no one the
whole weekend looked at my toe nails and rolled their eyes. It’s always better
to be yourself! Don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. And sometimes it’s better to be yourself in
boots rather than sandals!
