Last Saturday, we attended a wedding. The dress code was strictly formal so I figured I needed to get a manicure and pedicure. Since I don't relish other people touching my feet, I decided to do it myself.
My usual nail polish color is flaming red. I started with my toes first then struggled a bit with my fingers since I'm not really a professional manicurist. While I was drying them off, D asked me nonchalantly "What color is your dress?" I answered "purplish pink".
Then I promptly changed the color of my nail polish to mauve. You must be wondering "why?"
Well in my 2 years of marriage, I've somehow learned whenever D asks me something about my wardrobe, it either means:
(1) I need to change to something more 'suitable' for his conservative taste - no cleavage, no short skirts, no flimsy attires.
(2) I have to tone down my wild ways - flaming red nail polish on my fingers is too (for lack of a better word) vampy and scandalous!
(3) I need to act my age, period!
Blah. :D
My usual nail polish color is flaming red. I started with my toes first then struggled a bit with my fingers since I'm not really a professional manicurist. While I was drying them off, D asked me nonchalantly "What color is your dress?" I answered "purplish pink".
Then I promptly changed the color of my nail polish to mauve. You must be wondering "why?"
Well in my 2 years of marriage, I've somehow learned whenever D asks me something about my wardrobe, it either means:
(1) I need to change to something more 'suitable' for his conservative taste - no cleavage, no short skirts, no flimsy attires.
(2) I have to tone down my wild ways - flaming red nail polish on my fingers is too (for lack of a better word) vampy and scandalous!
(3) I need to act my age, period!
Blah. :D
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