The tweens and teens in my world have successfully indoctrinated me into the unexpectedly-vast world of nail polish, and as everyone expected would happen sooner or later (my first manicure was my first dip in this pretty pond), I am now officially obsessed. Well, as obsessed as I get about things these days, which is markedly more reserved than it has ever been. Age mellows all of us in some way. Still, it’s nice to feel that exuberance and excitement about something silly and frivolous again – such a little thing yet how much happiness those little things can bring us if we allow it. I am allowing all of it because we need joy more than ever.
And so I’ve been practicing my nail polish skills (which are already more advanced than certain nieces who shall remain nameless) for certain outfits and gatherings, such as this lavender-hued spectrum that went with a lavender coat and pants for Landrie’s birthday dinner.
Andy already loves it – at least, that’s how I’m taking his “What’s wrong with your nails?” comment. Thankfully I know how to translate.
