blog: Nail Color Stories
22
Nov
2009
All Lit Up and Ready to Glow

Last night I went to a fun gathering on my block.  One of my neighbors, Debbie, proudly showed me her painted toenails.  They were painted with alternating colors of neon orange and green.  "Aren't they fun?" she exclaimed!  And, of course, they were.

Before I could ask her the names of her toenail colors, she started to tell me about an exercise track in a city park that she uses several times a week.  "Oh, and the best part were the guys from the Police Academy." she continued.  "They were out there exercising the other day with their shirts off.  Talk about some ripped abs.  They were hot!  I tell you, the older I get, the hotter they are!"

Lest you think Debbie is old, she isn't.  She's 54.  Fifty-four years old, wearing neon orange and green polish on her toes watching young men crunch their beautiful abs, and loving every minute of it.  A woman after my own heart.

I was so absorbed in my own mental image of the cadets that I totally forgot to ask her about the name of her nail polish.  But, no matter.  I conjured up two nail color names worthy of such a woman and an experience:  All Lit Up and Ready to Glow!

 
22
Nov
2009
What Happened When Tammy Changed the Name of Her Nail Color

What do you do when you love the nail polish color, but the name is booooring?  Do exactly what Tammy, who sat next to me on the plane, did.  She loved the hot pink hue of a particular polish, but wasn't as excited about the name.  So she changed it.  "I call it I Ain't Got None In a While." she told me with a grin on her face.  "And, you know, after putting it on, I got a little bit, and it changed my life!"

Okay, so you don't have to do everything what Tammy did, but you get the idea.  She made the nail color her own.
 
22
Nov
2009
Come On, Get Happy!

Recently when I found myself face-down on the massage table I noticed the massage therapist's purple nail color on her toenails.  "What's the name of your purple polish?" I asked.  She didn't have one.  She said she liked the color, but not the name that came with it.  "What's one thing you want in any area of your life?" I asked.  "I want to feel happier," she immediately spurted out.  We chatted about what would make her feel happier and why.  By the time I got off the table I drummed up the nail color name Partridge Purple, because, you know, of the Partridge Family song "Come On, Get Happy!"  Hey, whatever works, right?

 
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