barbie

it was funny reading in carla's blog that her girly house had their little girly-pamper weekend. i had a bit of a taste of it myself.



i got my nails done for the wedding i was in a couple weekends ago. since i'm a moderate nailbiter i decided to get acrylic nails. i had her make them pretty short, but it was still a bit akward going from nails just below my fingertips to nails a good quarter inch above. they honestly felt a bit talon-like.

i could take or leave the whole fancy nails thing. some chicks are really into having their nails done, and derive a deeper sense of feminity from it. for me the nails have nothing to do with who i am or how i feel about myself. mostly they just make it hard to type.

marissa, the 9-year-old little girl at my house thinks they're amazing. she wants me to keep them forever and ever. so you can immagine my amusement this weekend when she wanted to watch me paint the things.



i figured if i was going to paint them, i'd really paint them, and found the hottest pink polish i could lay my hands on, and finished off with a nice glitter on top. it looks like i'm channeling barbie, but for a few short days i am a little girl's fashon diva.