A few days ago, Claire was busy making jewelry so that she could earn some money. When she finished, she said "I want to use what I earned at the nail salon. Will you take me?" So off we went.
I spent an hour getting an overdue pedicure while Claire got a set of nails. When we were done she stood there admiring her hands while I paid the tab -- with her money. She said "Mom, why don't you ever get your nails done? I've never seen you with a set of painted nails." I didn't answer that question. I just held out my hands.
Enough said. If I purchased a set of nails, they would be destroyed in about 20 minutes. My hands look like this all the time -- and sometimes there is dirt, from working in the garden, or band aids from a culinary incident. They may not be beautiful, but they know how to knit a sweater, write a note of thanks, and give a hug to someone they love.
I like them just the way they are.