For the past few years I have been watching women’s hands. (You’re thinking, “She needs to get a life.”)
I haven’t, which you may have thought, been looking for telltale signs of ageing for which I might have a solution, I wasn’t and I don’t. Nothing works on that problem other than professional intervention.
No, what I’m talking about is women everywhere with nails painted in every nuance on red from the deepest, almost black (or maybe it is black) to bright reds with orange or rosy undertones.
I kept thinking that I like the look, but never have I been able to rustle up the courage to go from the palest pink to red (!) I think of red as an exclamation point. I haven’t worn what one could call serious color on my nails for maybe 30 years, and yet, and yet. . . I’ve been sort of yearning to go red.
This is all silliness, I admit. But, sometimes in the fun-filled world of fashion some dabbles are more adventurous than others and for me this decision has been a serious struggle (context).
So, I did it. While I was getting my toes polished with O.P.I. semi-permanent polish in Big Apple Red, I said to my manicurist, “Quick give me a manicure in O.P.I. Dutch Tulips, though not semi-permanent because I might want to remove it shortly after application.” I also said “please.”
It’s still there and I think it is so much fun. When Drea saw me at the airport she was quite surprised. “I’ve never seen you with red nail polish other than on your toes; I love it.”
Ah, ha, my first validation. Then Ella saw my fingers and wanted to touch each nail; she was fascinated.
I’m not sure this wildly adventurous move will be more than a one-off. We shall see.
Do you paint your nails in bright colors or even one of those highly “risky” shades like blue, green, yellow, et.al?