Note to self: Wait until summer.
Mar. 1st, 2009 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
abracanabraOne of the few girly, self-indulgent, make-me-feel-better things I do is painting my nails. I haven't done this for quite a long time--months. I thought maybe it was just because I hadn't taken the time, and that was part of it. So, while watching the Jesse Stone mystery tonight, I got out the nail polish and started to paint my nails.
Shortly thereafter, I remembered the main reason that I haven't painted my nails in a while. It's cold. I have poor circulation to my hands and feet, and it's cold, and painting nails means having hands and feet exposed to the air, without socks or blankets or warm things, for at least 40 minutes.
It will probably be at least another month before I do this again. Now that I think of it, painting nails is really more of a summer activity.
But! Now my nails are shimmery orangey-pink, and they make me smile.
Shortly thereafter, I remembered the main reason that I haven't painted my nails in a while. It's cold. I have poor circulation to my hands and feet, and it's cold, and painting nails means having hands and feet exposed to the air, without socks or blankets or warm things, for at least 40 minutes.
It will probably be at least another month before I do this again. Now that I think of it, painting nails is really more of a summer activity.
But! Now my nails are shimmery orangey-pink, and they make me smile.