I know that my nail-painting-love is silly. I know it's frivolous and pointless and completely boring to most people.
But I really like painting my nails.
I like making them into little at canvases that I am just walking around, wearing.
I like changing them up all the time.
I like random girls in the McDonalds drive through stopping me to ask to see my nails.
When/if a special someone comes into my life I'm sure my nail painting will ease up a bit... I'll start looking for the longer-lasting less-detailed manicures.
And when/if I get married again and have kids I'm pretty sure my nails will be a lot shorter and I won't do anything with them at all.
But for right now, my nails are a tribute to Nathan and a way to express myself that is wholly my own.
So forgive me if I post about them a lot, but I think they are cool. If I did this many real paintings I'd probably post them, too.
I think I'm going to do this with a green base for St Patrick's Day. |
Also I went to read a book at 10 PM last night and promptly fell asleep and slept till 9:30 this morning.
That's why this blog is being written during my lunch hour. I'll probably write another tonight...
maybe...
...if you are lucky.
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