The most outrageous thing I have ever done.

I have a little girl who LOVES dresses, makeup, jewellery and nail polish.  She is aghast when I tell her stories of how I spent my childhood.  For example, when I was about four, my childhood boyfriend Steven (with whom I didn't enjoy my first kiss, as explained in my About Me page) and I got muddy.

We got my little blue bike with the trainer wheels and placed it on my driveway, a trainer wheel each side of our ditch-like car track with the back wheel able to spin freely in the gravel like an exercise bike.

We filled up the ditch with water and got it all nice and muddy, took it in turns to sit on the little blue bike, and pedalled for our lives.  A huge fountain of mud was kicked up, and splattered all down our backs.  It was awesome.

Jessie was horrified at this story, correctly surmising that Steven and I got a bit dirty.  She isn't keen on getting dirty, the little princess.  I don't know where she gets it from, I really don't.

She isn't really happy unless she has nail polish on.  She won't let me do her nails though, and always insists on doing it herself.  Note to self: research nail polishes with low toxicity.

She has asked me why I don't wear dangly earrings often, why I don't use makeup, and why I don't paint my nails.  I had no real reason for these terrible lapses, and so I resolved to paint my nails.  I couldn't settle on a colour.  My skin tone sometimes looks a little brownish and dirty with delicate pinks or almonds, and I've never tried a bright red or anything dark.  So I decided to do the most outrageous thing I've ever done in my entire life (although my father would argue that my having a third baby should take that title,) and settled on my favourite colour in the whole world:

It doesn't match my new handbag in the background, but today I wore a bright blue top to match.  I felt splendid, and totally outrageous.  I loved it.