As Master expects my nails to at least work with my current outfit, I spend a lot of time painting my finger nails. Sitting there, helpless to pick up anything and reluctant to actually even move my hands, one gets to thinking...whose idea was this in the first place?
Seriously, why should color be painted on the tips of one's fingers for decoration? It seems so needless and unnecessary...I mean, painting the focal point of others' attention is the face, but the nails? Well, needless to say that the smell of nail polish is a great reminder of my silly feminine status, as someone who couldn't possibly go out wearing a green top while having light blue painted nails. No, no, no, that would be so geeky. And of course, it's amazing how many different shades of pink there are. I own several...am I in a sweet cotton candy pink mood, a hot pink daring mood, a fashionable deep pink mood, or what?