Fresh Coat

Saviour Onassis has posted photos of his bathroom, which he recently painted ultra white. When I talked to him on the phone Sunday afternoon, he was busy painting his kitchen cupboards some shade of black--I don't know if it was ultra black or just black. In any event, we had to sing the chorus of that Stones' song--you know, the one that goes, "I see a red door and I want to paint it black...."

Yeah, yeah.

Anyway, I did some painting myself last weekend: my toenails. Saturday afternoon it was FINALLY warm enough that I could strip off my socks and give my toenails a fresh coat of polish.

I admit I get very lax about pedicures in the winter: it's just too cold to be barefoot long enough for the polish to dry. Plus I like to see how long it takes for the very last bit of polish to come off on its own. Because the last pedicure I gave myself last fall involved this industrial strength black polish with bits of glitter in it, it never did wear all the way off by itself: I had to use nail polish remover to get the last persistent bit before I painted the nails up again on Saturday.

I chose a nice spring color, a pale frosted green the manufacturer calls "grass stain." My toes look great, and if I were any less lazy, I'd post a photo of them. They won't be seeing much sandal action, unfortunately, because the weather has chilled down again and I'm back to wearing socks.