This might not seem like a big deal to most of you, but when you are the size of a condominium and have the flexibility of a fence post...little victories are celebrated when you are able to paint your nails without an extension ladder.
I feel very very silly with the mulit-colored and stickered thing I've got going on, but confess that the bigger feeling is that of...rebellion. All my life I've tried to be buttoned-up...quiet...appropriate....and a rule-follower. No make-up to school until it was allowed, etc etc etc. Now, with all this crazy nail polish, I feel like I've just bought a motorcycle and am running around terrorizing the neighborhood with punk rock music and a devil may care attitude.
(I have a dentist appointment tomorrow. Do you suppose that I will leave this on and wear it with impunity, or will I slink off to the bottle of polish remover and regain my senses?)
Hmmmm. I think it's time for me to re-examine just how low my threashold for change has become.
I did absolutely nothing but stitch, watch Olympics, and cuddle Stewey all day yesterday. I'm building the outlines first, because I know it will make the overall stitching of the piece that much easier, and because it is what the directions told me to do:
So I guess I am still a bit of a rule follower...crazy painted nails and all.
Off to make some breakfast burritos for a late brunch, and then back to the Happy Chair and Olympics! Happy Sunday!