diversions..or How to boil an egg..

What's occupying my brain lately is that in less than 2 months G and I are moving to Paris. At this point in time, nothing else in my life is of any consequence except for that single fact. There are still several weeks of torturous waiting but I am already starting to act strangely. I have made purchases as of late that are somewhat out of character for me. Red nail polish called Exotica. Chanel No. 5 hair perfume. A swanky new pair of heels.
Now admittedly I'm not a stranger to a sassy pair of heels, but the nail polish and the hair perfume are definite firsts. I've been a clear polish girl my whole life. Natural and colour free. But it seems that my inner girly girl is fighting her way out at an alarming rate. In fact, I think she may have already won the battle. I'm sure that someday soon one of my friends is going to ask me: "Will Paris change you?" To that I will say: Oh mylanta, I think it already has. The wheels are in motion and I'm powerless to stop them. There are forces greater than I at work here.

The other night I sat myself down determined to test out my new nail polish and spend the rest of the evening admiring my gorgeous new hands. I mean, a girl needs to know in advance if it's going to work with her skin tone. But somehow it turned out to be much more difficult than I expected. By the time the lacquer dried, I felt like Courtney Love and had a sudden urge to rip a hole in my fishnets. But I was wearing jeans at the time so I had to let that moment pass. The lacquer was all over my cuticles, uneven and messy. It looked so darn trashy. I had to call my mom and ask her how she did it so perfectly all those years. Clear polish hides my clumsiness much more effectively.
But I will say that peeling a couple of hard boiled eggs can feel very glamorous with red nails. And the light was dim in the kitchen so I could effectively ignore the trashiness, at least for a few minutes. And don't judge me for what I had for dinner, this is about me and moving to Paris. Although I'm happy to provide a link describing how to boil an egg, for those of you who care to know.

So it seems that I have some practising to do before the big move. There will be times in Paris when clear nail polish will do just fine, but it's those other times that I need to prepare for. What other times? you may be wondering. Pshaw. Let a girl have her illusions, won't you?