Class With Some Polish

In my adulthood nail polish, for me, has become something meant for nylons once a snag or hole appeared. As a result, I've only bothered to have clear nail polish in my supply stash. More recently though clear nail polish has worked its way back atop my nails; I polished all twenty of them. As I've watched the polish wear off my fingernails I've reminisced on the first times I wore nail polish. Ever.

My mom's mom, my maternal grandmother, was a big fan of applying & wearing nail polish as well as having as long of nails as possible. When we'd visit her, or when she'd visit us, she'd have bottles of polish & I'd watch her put it on her nails. As I got older Mom talked with Dad & I learned that, with Grandma's help (& selecting from her half dozen options of various hues of pink & cream) I could apply the polish to my own fingernails. So this went on for quite some time. As a child excites with permission to drink Ginger Ale or Sprite rather than water at a special gathering, I got giddy when Grandma would have polish in her stash that sparkled when it dried.

Eventually I got my own stash of polishes & applied them whenever the occasion arose. Later down the road of time I began to only use clear nail polish. The other shades weren't appropriate for my age group &, if I did (at that age of life) "dress up", then clear nail polish was the most classy polish to accompany my overall look. And I had the clear nail polish on hand (no pun intended!) already to cure my nylons.

I'm not much for nails long enough as, unlike other ladies with which I've inquired, typing with long, or longer nails is a general imposition to me; it slows me down. And when cooking I feel I lose too much of what's supposed to go in my mouth, under my longer nails. Yet, the reason Grandma introduced me to nails & polish, Mom's nails never really grew. With all the unnecessary vices I've attained along the way, it's nice to be able to pull out the polish & have the nails to add a little clear nail polish class.

{Realizing, after having finished writing this post, where I'd not premeditated for whom I'd be writing, rather to simply reflect on wearing nail polish, that it's been fifteen years today since Grandma breathed her last. Rest in Peace, Grandma. May your nails sparkle from above.}