Just chilling on my balcony, as I do, at the front of my house. Mint house coat, plaid nightie and perfect dark purple nails.
I took my dress right into the nail place. I know I don’t remember in colour and certainly not in enough detail to match a nail polish. Anyone there began to wonder what was going on. I was so worried that I’d forget the her, that I kept taking her out so Max could look after her. The dress that is, into my car.
But I picked out polish and I’d wanted a gel. Kim took care of it and found a matching gel, but not before I picked a pink that matched from all those plastic nails. I felt a little panic. I had gone into the salon early to give me time to pick a colour and then I picked it from the wrong selection. So, I knew the pink would work and just went with it.
But I digress, just chilling as I do, having a smoke and enjoying the activity in my neighbourhood. The nails look great with my phone as well. But alas, no way to take a photo.
Ran into Station, I think I’ll call him that. He was eager. I told him my daughter’s wedding was tomorrow. In actuality, just the out of town stuff starts tomorrow.