Whimsy at My Feet
Did I tell you about my purple toe nails?
I painted them dark pearly purple.
When I kick off my slippers at night, I swing my feet at the edge of the bed. And I look at my whimsical purple nails.
Cameron says that when we go through The Artist's Way, we'll see changes in ourselves. We might clean out our closets (hey, I did that already! How did she know?) Still, she forgot to tell me about the nail polish. I am SO not a nail polish kind of girl. But this seemed right. A private indulgence. An odd beauty, like keeping irises in the closet and not caring that no one can see them.
Is this why God made iridescent sea creatures that creep around the ocean floor, making the dark beautiful to no one in particular? If God were a girl like me, sitting at the edge of the bed, would God choose a lick of purple polish too?
Candles at 56 Irving Place photo by L.L. Barkat.