Nail Polish

As a little girl, I remember all the frosty shades of pink or red that I wanted to put on my nails. It was just not something my father would allow. So I did the next best thing! Each time one of my aunts was painting her nails, I wanted to help!

Even though I wasn't really helping, my aunts didn't mind allowing me to hang out with them and admire the bottle and their nails. I loved every second of it! I felt so grown up and pretty! On top of that, my aunts would sometimes paint my nails. My dad would get so mad, but he would allow it for a little while if his sisters did it.

Now I'm an adult and still love polish. Times are very different now, but I still feel like my hands look so pretty with polish on. I've recently gotten back into the habit of buying pretty colors. I might post some polishes to share the ones I love. Possibly to sell them off, too since I really need to pare down.

I don't mean to be dramatic, but I've started to feel like I may just keel over dead or not wake up the next day. I can't explain it. I have just been feeling this sense of doom looming over me as of late.

I wish I could say that I've gotten better at it over the years. Sadly, the truth is with my MS and age, I've actually gotten worse. Regardless, it makes me happy for a bit. Here's Orly's Hits the Spot from the Lisa Frank Collection a few years ago.