Perfect, right? Not so fast.
I slipped on my flip flops, rolled down my pants and prepared to leave, but as I stepped down from the bench the hem of my pants dipped into the polish on the big toe of my right foot. Nice! We were able to quickly repair it (for the most part) and Art and I went and paid.
Not perfect anymore, but close enough. What's one little flaw on one toe? It's hardly noticeable! Still good enough for those strappy sandals on Easter.
Well....on the way home, I managed to make a dent in the polish on my left big toe. Nuts! Still not too bad. I'll learn to ignore it.
We went to Target as a family when we got back and I managed to once again ding my left big toe. Oh, man! At least the polish was still covering all of my nail, even if not perfectly smooth anymore. I'm probably the only one who will notice anyway. The pebbled polish look is in, right?
I helped Big out of the car when we got back home, and as he walked by me he stepped squarely on the middle of my right big toe. NOOOO! As his foot twisted as he walked (ON MY TOE!), I knew the polish wouldn't be salvageable. I was right. No more convincing people about that pebbled look. There was no more polish in the middle of my toenail! None!
(This was an hour and a half after I had them painted. How long does polish take to dry anyway?!? Seriously!)
Now I don't know what to do. I have 8 perfectly polished little toes and 2 toes that look like they were on the losing end in a fight with a golf ball wearing a pair of corduroy pants! Do I remove the polish from the big toes and just paint them a different color for the eclectic look? Or do I redo them all?
Maybe I'm not meant for pedicures. I just don't take enough care to protect my tootsies. Or, (and I like this thought better) maybe I'm supposed to get pedicures more often so I'll become accustomed to protecting the polish until it's all the way dry. Yes, that must be it. I was taught to never give up, so I guess I'll just have to try, try again.