I rarely ever paint my nails. Once in a blue moon on a Sunday, I will put a coat of clear strengthener on if my nails are getting flimsy, or if I know I’m going to have my hands in water a lot. I can’t recall the last time I voluntarily put colored polish on my nails. I think I was in 9th grade. Even then, the color was a reasonable shade of pink/mauve. Nothing odd or flashy. My nails, to put it bluntly, are very dull and I don’t mind that.
The toes, however, are another matter.
While it would be a cold day in hell before I would actually wear lime green on my fingers, I’m all for it on my toes. My mother was astounded to see the bizarre variety of colors I’ve amassed over the years. It wasn’t as large as what I’ve seen out of some people, but it was shocking because, well, you never see it. She never expected I had much nail polish at all, let alone in such an odd array of colors.
It’s not that I polish my toes in the anticipation of wearing open toed shoes. In general, outside of home or quick runs out to the store, I wear closed-toed shoes all day. The summer sandals I wear to work were chosen for their toe concealing ability. I loathe peep-toe heals. I have no use for displaying my foot-digits to the world.
So why expend time and money to adorn them in fun colors?
Because I can. For some people it’s the fun underwear that helps them rebel during the day, for me, it’s knowing that under my very neat little black Dansko sandals, half my toes are painted mint-green and the other half are purple. I can paint the damned things in stripes if I want, or with the words “Fuck Off” and the only person to know is me–and that amuses me greatly.
And when I get home and shuck the shoes (because, while I hate showing my toes in public, I’m all for going barefoot at home), I can look down and see that little bit of artistic expression that no one else suspects…..
Next project? Color matching the scheme from the blog into Sally Hansen colors for an MTVMPB-style pedicure…..