Doing My Own Nails

You know that old song: "I'm a woman." One of the lines is "I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan and never ever let you forget you're a man." Have you ever listened to the entire song? It's inspiring and intimidating all at once. Mostly, how I respond to it depends on my mood. On "I am woman hear me roar" days, it makes me feel like I can conquer the world. But most days lately, when I'm struggling to get Lola and I through another hectic day, it makes me feel inadequate. After all, the woman in the song can do a million things at once, while I can't even find time for a nail appointment.
Which brings me, at last, to the topic of today's blog. Tonight, I did my own nails. And I didn't even do an easy neutral. I painted my fingers and my toes with OPI "I'm Not Really a Waitress." It took forever, and, to my discerning eye (I've been to some great manicurists in the past) it doesn't look anything like a professional manicure. But these days, I have to save time wherever I can.
Which is why, even though I'm going to a ball tomorrow night, I will probably spend less than an hour getting ready, and that includes the shower and the hair. So there will be no body mask, no spa appointments, no elaborate eye makeup. These days, it's all about efficiency. Who knows? I might discover that cutting some corners isn't the end of the world.