Well, this is embarrassingly untimely. It is no longer winter, and I no longer live there. But I must do it anyway. This is the continuation and culmination of my previous post, Taking Nail Polish Meaningfully. Something sort of silly that I came up with in the spur of the moment, but it makes sense if you’re the kind to see magic practically everywhere.
I am connecting meanings to nail polish combinations, letting them take me on a flight of imagination, seeing what thoughts and feelings they bring out of me. You could say this an exercise in being a bit ‘delulu’. In the past, I did Spring, Summer, and Autumn. Now, I am doing Winter plus an honorary mention for Love.
• The 4th. Winter.
You’d assume that I’d be taken to a winter wonderland, but it did the opposite. It’s wishes that weren’t coming true, but you held on to them anyway, naively hoping they would. It’s being left out in the cold, after being promised warmth, and shivering as you desperately search for a prettier, yet believable, lie. It’s being shown that even those you think the highest of, whom you’d defend against anyone and anything, can let you down, and your feelings be damned. It’s a cobblestone pathway to walk on forever, never to stray out of, lest you step out of line. It’s the ashes of a dream that didn’t stand a chance against a harsh reality. Poor you, waiting on a star.
• The Honors. Love.
Pink, especially light pink, has never been my color. But there’s always been something about it that I cherished and eventually was compelled to protect. Fairytale princesses (and princes, if you may), striving for happy endings, in a wicked world that sought to destroy them, bringing suffering and misery instead. How dare she be kind, gentle, and loving? How dare she be pure of heart? Not recognizing that in themselves, twisted creatures called it impossible. She must be faking! Maybe she was. But also, maybe, just maybe, she simply somehow managed to remain herself. Someone who would choose care over cruelty, over and over again. Not by letting herself be used and abused, but by forever believing there had to be more to life than what’s wretched.
And that’s a wrap on these. Stay beautifully magical, lovelies, in and out!
