Since I last wrote I have done a number of things away from my computer.
- I found a new favorite quote at the American Folk Art Museum. “You have to do something wonderful, so people know who you are.” (William Hawkins)
- I was the surprise guest at a family reunion in Boston, where we celebrated no fewer than 5 people’s birthdays at once
- I finally met Carolina of Bellelli Educacion – after emailing back and forth for nearly 2 years
- I was caught out in a crazy storm and stranded by flash flooding. The lightning struck so close that car alarms were set off in the street
- I swam in a reservoir, illegally, which made it approximately three times as much fun as swimming legally
- And finally, last night, I got the BEST MANICURE EVER.
My love of crazy-bright nail polish may not be widely known – though you can spot my favorite florescent pink in the last seconds of our Pop-Up Adventure Play video. When I was a child I used Tinkerbell purple glitter polish that peeled off when it was dry, and I remember sitting on the metal poles, warm from the afternoon sun, and dropping rubbery purple disks one at a time onto the dusty wood chips below. When I got older I fell heavily into jewelry but playwork makes dangly earrings and heavy necklaces impractical, so I needed another way of brightening myself up.
Re-enter, nail polish.
For me, one of the great charms about nail polish is that it’s the only thing in the make-up aisle that makes me feel like a kid again. It’s bright! Shiny! So many colors! It’s the only thing there that isn’t designed to make me look younger, thinner or less blemishy. Nail polish doesn’t say anything other than “hey, you, with the fingernails! Want to paint yourself strange colors? We’ve got glitter!”
Last night though, my friend Sarah Short took my nails to a level I didn’t even know existed.
Check it out.
For me, it’s things like this that fulfill the promises of adulthood. Yes, there are difficult and boring things that need to get handled but sometimes the childish hopes you’d had are luxuriously fulfilled. Sometimes you DO eat cake for dinner, stay up as late as you want, and paint yourself with tiny glossy animals that make you impossibly happy every time you notice them.