Last year for my birthday I received this little pretty pink bottle of nail polish from thousands of miles away and yesterday (or the day before) I very happily accomplished goal number five of my fourteen February goals.
5. Paint my nails
The pink nails are special for several reasons. I hardly ever paint my nails. I am one of the least girly girls you could ever meet. Pink is the farthest from any color I'd ever choose for anything. And for all of these reasons it's all the more special to have pink nails. I'm reminded of my dear friend every single time I look at my hands, a friend I never see, a friend I couldn't just meet up with at the coffee shop if I wanted to, a friend who means the world to me but lives worlds away. The pink and the polish are 100% a gift from her.
I decided to add a bonus goal to my list in honor of my friend and my pink nails and to add a little more out of the ordinary to my day (this month needs as much good out of ordinary as I can squeeze in).
15. Stop at the mall just to smell the Escada limited edition perfume
This same friend wrote to me a few weeks back saying how happy she was to have indulged with some money she'd been given as a gift; that she recently purchased the Escada limited edition perfume and how much she loved it. She said that it smelled like "pineapples and like being happy and carefree." I thought then and there as I read that line, "she may be oceans away but I could easily go to the mall and smell pineapples and happiness and this fragrance of being carefree." What a neat idea, a minute, tiny, itty bitty way for us to connect. How odd that I could smell the pinapply, happy fragrance of my friend whose 4165 miles (6702 km) away?
And today, mission accomplished. I had to go to two stores to find it but I did find it. Fortunately they had a tester and I sprayed it several times on my wrist. Now I fully intend to turn off the computer and listen to the sound of the very powerful WARM wind outside while I read a book from the library, look at my pretty pink nails, and smell wafts of Pineapple and happiness. Free, yet priceless. Just like the very best friendships.
|Pink nails at the beach|