Not so long ago I was getting a pedicure. As the woman was finishing with the lacquer, she asked me if I wanted a flower. I have never really considered myself one for designs of any kind with my polish. My mother was a Stephen’s girl and I guess a bit of that rubbed off on me. Plain and classic are how we usually roll in this regard. The most daring I have been with my nails is sometimes I will have colored lacquer on my toes and a french manicure on my fingers. I was taught that they should always match.
I had recently seen a very upscale version of a painted flower on a woman’s toes. This, in combination with a few glasses of Champagne, must have impressed me enough to tell the salon person, “Sure, let’s put posies on my toesies!”
Now I keep catching a glimpse of my toes in my peripheral and thinking that a bird has pooped on them.