Let's face it. There comes a time in every relationship when you have to admit that it has run its course. With some mates, it happens sooner than you thought it should or had wanted it too.
Posts from the ‘Fashion’ Category
Mom walked up behind me, and in the second before I turned around, I had a flashback.
I was in elementary school. The inside of Coker's Department Store was a cave. Fluorescent lights spotlit stuff. Clothes and shoes. Sheets and blankets. China and fancy table linens.
And lingerie. Racks and racks of lace and silk, elastic and cotton.
Speaking of nakedness.
I was at a spa. After kneading and sloughing and showering, I wanted to look uber-hot for MTM. I locked myself in the bathroom, and I did what I almost always fail to do at home. I used products. And a hair dryer. And yummy lotions.
All while the curling iron heated its phallic protuberance to a setting called 'hell-hot.'
It was Cayleigh's 11th birthday. And, for her special day, she and her mother met me for Cayleigh's First-Ever Big-Girl Pedicure.
I think I was more excited than she was. After all, it was only three pedicures ago that I got Cayleigh's mom to visit the nail salon with me.
It's still sandal season here. I don't want garish toenails to detract from my footwear. I've spent years amassing a collection of cute strappy sandals, and I still get a little giddy when someone screeches, "I just LOOOOOOOVE your shoes!"
I'm not adventurous when it comes to nail color.