
i needed to get a fill and had one nail with the creepy cruad...(now the iPhone to save the thought)
I walked into my usual place...I've tried other nail shops but this one of course is way across town and I keep coming back. as I sat down, he was finishing up with another customer. I gather from the conversation she went to church with him. So I just to notice about her. Most likely in her 70s-80s. Dyed red orange hair. Wearing a purple plum sweatsuit. Had a flowery purplish organic top. But what amazied me. Was her shoes. Purple leather tennis shoes. I began to wonder. Does she have other outfits the coordinate as well? Does getting her nails done make her day? And this is the highlight of the week to dress up in all purple?
So past the passion. I take note of her hands. Very distinct for an old woman. Very thin skin that shows the veins and dark spots. The swollen areas cause by age and use. Arthritis permanently set. But her nails. He has gently created a focus that looks beyond the fraility of her years.
I look at my own and wonder what she sees. I look again and wonder what a much younger girl would think.
I walked into my usual place...I've tried other nail shops but this one of course is way across town and I keep coming back. as I sat down, he was finishing up with another customer. I gather from the conversation she went to church with him. So I just to notice about her. Most likely in her 70s-80s. Dyed red orange hair. Wearing a purple plum sweatsuit. Had a flowery purplish organic top. But what amazied me. Was her shoes. Purple leather tennis shoes. I began to wonder. Does she have other outfits the coordinate as well? Does getting her nails done make her day? And this is the highlight of the week to dress up in all purple?
So past the passion. I take note of her hands. Very distinct for an old woman. Very thin skin that shows the veins and dark spots. The swollen areas cause by age and use. Arthritis permanently set. But her nails. He has gently created a focus that looks beyond the fraility of her years.
I look at my own and wonder what she sees. I look again and wonder what a much younger girl would think.
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