{"id":4763,"date":"2018-07-19T08:10:59","date_gmt":"2018-07-19T15:10:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/?p=4763"},"modified":"2018-07-19T08:11:34","modified_gmt":"2018-07-19T15:11:34","slug":"i-dont-wear-nail-polish","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/?p=4763","title":{"rendered":"I Don&#8217;t Wear Nail Polish"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I remember being a teenager and visiting my Grandma Pauline who asked me how I got my nails so white.&nbsp; Puzzled I said simply, that was the color of my nail tips.&nbsp; Then she pulled out this small white grease pencil from her purse.&nbsp; She pushed the tip behind her nail and showed me how it worked as she explained that her nails we&#8217;re not white without the nail pen.<\/p>\n<p>I walked away from that conversation with a deeper appreciation of the strength and color of my nails.&nbsp; Indeed growing up and into my adult years I have not worn polish on my nails, save for the occasional clear coat.&nbsp; I remember once being in a salon and telling the nail technician that I didn&#8217;t want any color and she said the word CLEAR? with such a raised confused tone.&nbsp; Then proceeded to speak in her primary language with her fellow workers and I could only make out CLEAR several times as they all laughed.&nbsp; Perhaps it was a callback to a funny unrelated joke.&nbsp; Which of course it has now become just that for me all of these years afterwards.<\/p>\n<p>The joke as it turns out is inevitably on me, as is not so unusual, when I was shopping on Instacart at Sprouts (which is such a blessing for someone housebound) and noticed this line of &#8220;mineral&#8221; nail polish that was formaldehyde free and supposedly less toxic.&nbsp; It was also&nbsp;$9&nbsp;a bottle.&nbsp; And yet I bought all three colors they had on the shopping cart.<\/p>\n<p>I chose a lovely mauve for my first painting.&nbsp; Remembering quickly how unskilled I am with my left hand.&nbsp; And how impatient I can be to let my nails dry before touching anything.&nbsp; But if this heat wave is good for anything &#8230; It did dry my nails in record time.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps, I&#8217;ll blame the heat for telling my head it was a good idea to buy FOUR MORE BOTTLES of nail polish from Amazon.&nbsp; Because they were a dollar less online and had s\u00f4\u00f6\u00f8\u00f5\u00f2\u014d many pretty colors to choose from!!<\/p>\n<p>I was in my feeling pretty mode.&nbsp; Barely thinking about why it is that I don&#8217;t wear nail polish.&nbsp; Barely but not amnesic.&nbsp; I knew why.&nbsp; I just pretended it wasn&#8217;t an issue.&nbsp; And I so enjoyed the mauve!&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>When my new colors arrived, I quickly took off the light shade and used a glossy bottle of amathyst.&nbsp; Pfft.&nbsp; If the purple crystal was still down deep in a cavern I suppose!&nbsp; Because my nails were close to black with perhaps an opalessence of plum if the sun hit my hand just right.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t mind dark.&nbsp; But I noticed that the deep painted nails somehow made me feel my hands looked old.&nbsp; As if my white hair doesn&#8217;t have that job locked up.&nbsp; However my hands are in front of my eyes all the time whilst I only catch a glimpse of my hair in the mirror when I leave the loo.<\/p>\n<p>Yes.&nbsp; Sadly I wasn&#8217;t fond of the amathyst.&nbsp; And admittedly I was more &#8220;aware&#8221; of why I don&#8217;t paint my nails.&nbsp; Small wonder that when I woke up with a sharp pain in the middle of my chest at 4am, that I insisted on waking up the redneck to help me find my blood pressure cuff and the nail polish remover.<\/p>\n<p>Thing is I have a long history of NCCP (non cardiac chest pain) probably related to my colon that sends reffered pain when it spasms.&nbsp; I&#8217;ve struggled with it all of my adult life.&nbsp; Once back in my 20s when I was pregnant with my first daughter I asked someone &#8230; How can I know if it&#8217;s a heart attack?&nbsp; And they said I could look at my nail beds as one sign of a healthy heart.<\/p>\n<p>It doesn&#8217;t need to be true, it just needs to be believed.&nbsp; Turns out I still worried &#8230; But I certainly kept a close eye on my pretty pink nails with the white tips that Grandma so admired.&nbsp; They became my canary in the coal mine.<\/p>\n<p>Suffice to say that amathyst nail color is hell to take off.&nbsp; And the residual staining of purple all around my finger tips didn&#8217;t ease my worried mind.&nbsp; But I know my habit brain as well as I know my dysfunctional autonomic system and this for me was par for the course, if not a bogey which perhaps is more apt.<\/p>\n<p>Good news is my youngest daughter loves painting her nails and I&#8217;m sure she will be delighted at the over&nbsp;$50&nbsp;in brilliant non formaldehyde yadda yadda yadda nail color.&nbsp; As for me, I went back to bed if not asleep, still well before dawn and felt my little Schnauzer flank up against my abs and nuzzle close.&nbsp; Because that was the end of the shaggy dog story for the day.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-4764\" src=\"http:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018-07-19-07-46-00-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"610\" height=\"813\" data-id=\"4764\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018-07-19-07-46-00-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018-07-19-07-46-00-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018-07-19-07-46-00.jpg 1152w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 610px) 100vw, 610px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I remember being a teenager and visiting my Grandma Pauline who asked me how I<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4763","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dharma"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4763","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4763"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4763\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4767,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4763\/revisions\/4767"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4763"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4763"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4763"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}