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.
A tea-stained river, with a leafy window to the sky.
What do you want me to wear, Dear?
Well, it is supposed to be 88 degrees with at least that much humidity, so I would say a dress, Sweetheart.