As previously stated in this blog, I’m not a real high maintenance gal. I practically live in jeans and tee shirts, and there’s a better than average chance that you’ll find me still in my jammies on the weekends, or for that matter, on certain weekdays, well past noon! I don’t do dresses unless I just absolutely have to, and I only occasionally don a skirt. My shoe choices are pretty basic and simple, too. I can usually be found in my tennis shoes, flip flops, or, when I’m just hanging around the house, my bubble gum pink Crocs. Yes, I called ’em flip flops. I refuse to call ’em thongs! I just can’t get on board with that one.
And don’t even get me started on high-heels! I’d like to go back in time and find the misogynistic bastard that invented those damnable torturous devices and do unspeakable, irreparable harm to him! Sorry, I don’t know where that came from. Again, I know that there is something terribly wrong with me. I’m working on it.
My hair is naturally curly and I refuse to fight with it and try to make it do something that it wasn’t meant to do. Besides, I really kinda dig my hair. Unlike most chics that have naturally curly hair, I actually like mine and wouldn’t change a thing about it.
All that being said, I do have one really girly indulgence that I’ve religiously stuck with since I was about 12 years old. I paint my toenails. Not my fingernails. Just my toenails. They are never, never, never, ever bare! And they are never, never, never, ever chipped! If they get chipped, I have to repaint them immediately. Even in the winter months when they’re in socks and shoes all the time. I can’t stand to see chipped polish on the toes of other women, but I really can’t stand for my own to be in that sad, sorry state.
So, there! It’s out now. I feel free! Naaahhh. I don’t mind that people know about my girly toenail polish thing. This just happened to be a thought that perused through my slightly mad psyche today.
As always, thank you for being patient with me.