Two weeks ago I was getting my nails done, as usual, on a Saturday morning. I was so sleepy and tired that I had no idea what colour they were gonna be. Usually I’m excited and have patterns and colours in my mind, imagining what they will look like and how awesome they will photograph. This time my mind was blank. Blank, blank, blank. I struggled with the colour palettes that were in front of me and couldn’t fixate on a colour. It was so unusual for me and blame this on the changing of the seasons and the sun missing in my town. When the moment arrived I said: “Let’s make them red!”… The words just came rolling out of my tongue. Out of nowhere. Red? My boyfriend’s mother wears red and every school teacher I know. Red is for Women. Mothers. Big Spenders. Not me. I’m pink and cute. A girly girl, not a Woman. “Let’s risk it, come on! You’re not married to it, next month it comes off.” The voice inside said.
