Like Ashley drawn in by spray paint cans, I am mesmerized by a box of new nail polishes.
Last weekend I went to a girls’ night at my friend’s apartment in Philadelphia. I didn’t know the other girls there, yet shortly after I walked in, one of them set nine new nail polishes in front of me. A gift from a stranger. So kind!
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Brilliant shades of blue, green, pink, orange, lavender, and the deepest, darkest purple I’ve ever seen. They were glorious. They dared me to let my inner butterfly emerge. We had a heated discussion in my head, those bottles and I.
Them: “Yes, blue.”
Me: “I couldn’t possibly.”
Them: “Oh, but you could.”
Me: “What would people think?”
Them: “Which people and why do we care what they think?”
Them: “That’s what we thought. Don’t worry. We’ll be here when you’re ready.”
Flash forward to yesterday. I dressed for work and went to kiss my husband goodbye for the day. He asked why I wasn’t wearing green for St. Patrick’s Day. I explained that the pants I had on (brown with a greenish-grayish tint) were the best I could do.
Him: “Don’t you have green nail polish? I know you’ve been dying for an excuse to go crazy with color.”
Me: “Yes. Yes, I do.”
I polished my nails in O-P-I’s “Jade is the New Black” while having my bowl of cereal.
And that, my friends, is reason number 2,372 of why I love my husband. He totally gets me in all my crazy colors.
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