I painted my toenails today-- and I liked it. I don't wear makeup regularly, dislike wearing skirts and not usually drawn to this kind of stereotypically girly stuff. But I picked up a bright orange-red nail polish as an impulse buy yesterday when I went shopping, and I had some extra time this morning, and it was just so bright and sunny, and... well, I was in a good mood and felt like painting my toenails. I even put on a Destiny's Child album and turned the music up pretty high, singing along with all of Beyonce's crazy ad-lib arpeggios.
Spring is definitely on its way, but the time for wearing sandals and open-toed shoes hasn't arrived yet. Not yet for me, at least. I've already seen a few brave (or dumb) people walking around in flip flops. So giving myself a pedicure is really, purely self-indulgent-- it's as if I'll be wearing shoes that expose my toes and feel compelled to mask my crusty toenails with bright colored lacquer. But I walk around my house barefoot, and every so often I look down at my feet and admire the shiny, vivid hue I painted. It's frivolous, and the joy it gives me is fleeting, but I'm still glad I decided to paint my toenails today.
(That's right, I just wrote a whole post on my toenails.)
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