It’s incredible to me that when I was younger, I truly believed that I’d never have any future to do with the beauty industry. Just this morning, while scouring the sales ads, I was reminded of yet another sign that should have given me a clue: pistachios.
When my mom used to take my siblings and me to the grocery store, besides looking forward to the free cookie samples, I always appreciated that there was a particular area where the pistachios were for sale. I’m not sure why, but these nuts sometimes have red shells. Surely lagging behind, I’d try to collect the random red pistachio shells that had tumbled to the floor and – one by one – carefully place them on my own fingernails, pretending that I was all grown up with fancy, jumbo, gnarly red nails.
Aw, I miss that.
Awww that’s so cute!
You did tend to lag behind …..
🙂
I lived on my own planet. I still do.
That makes 2 of us! :o)
lol
The dye on these shells would make great nail polish. If you check out the grocery store now, almost all shells are naked or au naturel. I remember when my fingers were shocking pink
after a long bout of crunching. I LOVE pistachios.
I knew that you were going to say this! DId you know that I straightened out paper clips so that I could have “braces”? Pfft.
Love this picture! Glad Brian is able to help you out with the feedings now. How nice for you!