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[evilkeight]

This morning in the shower I noticed the last few flecks of red nail polish upon both of my big toes. One doesn't take the time to look at her toes much in the winter months, so they caught me a bit by surprise. I remember the day I painted them. I'd run down to the Sarahs' room to express frustration over my latest encounter with him that had,

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nail polish heals all wounds

[quantumchick]

I have experiences that phenomenon. Believe it or not, I have refused to remove chips of polish for over six months. But, getting rid of it is really cleansing. When I was finally ready, I opted to go have a professional pedicure (I really needed it anyway) and have my toes painted blue, with little white doves on the big toes as an expression of freedom. It really did the trick. Just sayin'.

Love,
Me :)

[skywalker44]

I encountered a similar feeling when I went to paint my toenails gold for Senior prom and they were still silver from Homecoming...

[elizabethsophia]

Isn't it funny how similarly we all react to these transitions in our lives?

It was finals week in Paris, and I needed a shallow moment in the 20th century to myself. I used what I call my Paris pink, one of two bottles I bought at the Monoprix on the Champs d'Elysees--one shade for Ma, one for Liz. It wasn't until my pedacure for Cherie's wedding in July that the last chips were removed from my toes.

Le sigh.