Monday, June 26, 2006

I looked down at my toes today and smiled.
I got a manicure and a pedicure on Saturday. I always do a little something funky with my's just my personal taste. Anyway I guess with the 4th of July and me just plain feeling better about myself I elected to paint my toenails red.
For some reason this morning, even though it was raining, I chose to wear my snazzy flip flops with this cute pant outfit. I keep a heater under my desk for unwise decisions such as wearing flips on a wet day in a cool temperature office, so this morning when I went to turn the heater on my toes hit me as funny.
I remembered when I was a little girl and my mother (who liked to look good- she was fierce) would be painting her nails/toes; I'd want mine done too but I was never allowed to wear red because it was too grown. As a matter of fact most everyone in my family (womanwise) would warn of red's fast behind ways with that "you ain't grown look on their face." Even when I turned 13 and lived with my grandmother we'd be at Jamesway looking at wet n' wild lipstick and nail polish and grandma would remind me to avoid the red.
This morning I looked at my toes and smiled...those are good memories


Black Purl said...

Jamesway....WOW!!!! Memories......Hey, can you believe Grandma is in her seventies....CRAZY huh!

Nik said...

my mother made me wear pink nail polish until my teens because she also thought that red was too grown.

Necia said...

Awwwwwwwww. This story makes me think fo eating red pistatchios, them staining my lips, and then almost getting the ish slapped out of me but every grown folk in my family. Still a good memory.


Ninabeena said...

Things are so different now. It's like anything goes. I wonder if I'll be passing down the same rules to my own kids just for the heck of it:-)