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omorkaSo I painted my toenails for proom.
Almost a year ago, I'd been at Middle Market with the Spouse, debating whether it would make it more okay for me to wear open-toed shoes without stickings to work if I at least attempted to adorn my feet "properly." I offered him the choice of two shades of green nail polish, and he picked the more pearlescent, less glittery of the two.
As I was getting ready for proom, I realized the said polish, which I had not yet attempted to wear, was exactly the same color as the dress. So of course I had to paint my toes, even though I was going to be wearing stockings (white lacetop backseams, if anyone cares).
I distinctly remember in one of my dreams/feverdreams last night looking at my feet and seeing my "regular" toes, without the polish.
Hmm . . . maybe I have a lucidity trigger, here. At least until the polish starts wearing off.
Almost a year ago, I'd been at Middle Market with the Spouse, debating whether it would make it more okay for me to wear open-toed shoes without stickings to work if I at least attempted to adorn my feet "properly." I offered him the choice of two shades of green nail polish, and he picked the more pearlescent, less glittery of the two.
As I was getting ready for proom, I realized the said polish, which I had not yet attempted to wear, was exactly the same color as the dress. So of course I had to paint my toes, even though I was going to be wearing stockings (white lacetop backseams, if anyone cares).
I distinctly remember in one of my dreams/feverdreams last night looking at my feet and seeing my "regular" toes, without the polish.
Hmm . . . maybe I have a lucidity trigger, here. At least until the polish starts wearing off.
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Date: 2005-05-17 12:43 pm (UTC)Take care of yourself!
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Date: 2005-05-18 02:46 am (UTC)