I am a person of rules. That isn’t to say I’m a follower of other people’s rules. Quite the opposite. But I have a strange and unfounded collection of rules I like to follow. One of them is that when painting your nails, you must either choose a nude color or red. I don’t know how it got started, but I’ve stuck to it for quite some time.
Given the impending big birthday this weekend, I trotted in to my local nail place to get a manicure. I handed the manicurist what I thought was a bottle of red polish, and came out with bright pink nails. I didn’t notice until I was in the car on the way home. Seriously, my hands look like they’ve escaped from the 1980’s.
Still, it felt oddly liberating. So much so, that I went back and did this:
To be honest, I still do feel that green and blue nails scream rigor mortis to me. But I wanted to see what it felt like to break one of my silly little rules.