I went a little overboard

The last time I got my nails done, an errant piece of glitter found its way into the regular pink powder and stuck to my nail for a month. I kept eyeing that piece of glitter and thinking, "When I get a fill, I should do something glittery for the holidays." So, I asked Tim, the handsome young man doing my nails today, "Do you have sparkly powder?" They do indeed. He gathered all the choices, dipped his brush into the acetone or whatever they use to make it go from powder to acrylic, and showed me a sample of each one on a piece of paper. There was pale pink, pale lavender and clear with iridescent glitter, bright blue with silver and bright fuchsia with silver. At first, I was leaning toward the clear with iridescent glitter to be paired with white tips. But really, who was I kidding. Bright and shiny get me every time. I chose the fuchsia. I was still going to go with white tips, but once Tim brushed on the first swipe of fuchsia glittery powder, visions of '57 Chevys and poodle skirts filled my head. "Do the whole nail that way," I told him. Tim was scared. I think visions of a dissatisfied customer asking him to do it all over again filled his head. Clearly, he didn't know me.

What I now have are nails that look like diner booth vinyl. Festive? For sure, but more "Dreamgirls" than Merry Christmas. My toes, for the record, are just a boring red that actually matches my carpet called "Lust & Desire." You know, for the toe fetishists.