The other night I determined it was high time for an appointment at the local nail salon. Since breaking my foot earlier this summer I had not been able to enjoy my usual summer pedicures and so it was high time. And what the heck, why not a manicure while we're at it.
I made my way over to the salon after work and was greeted in the customary way "PICK A COLOR". After perusing their candy colored collection I picked up a pretty pink/coral color and turned it upside down since half of the fun of picking a name colors is the funky color names. This particular label was smudged and unreadable but I could make out a few letters and deduced it was Cajun Shrimp, one of my favorite summer colors! And so we were off.
I'm not going to lie, I feel bad for the nail technician. Going most of the summer without a pedicure, especially for me, creates a harrowing amount of work for a nail tech. I'm going to conjure up this image again and believe me when I say it was pretty close to that.
But what's important is NOW my feet (and hands) look fabulous.
Anyway as I was enjoying the foot bath whirlpool the woman sitting next to me complimented me on the color I had chosen. She asked me what it was and as I casually replied "Cajun Shrimp" the nail technician also replied "Atomic Orange".
I looked at the bottle and sure enough it said "Atomic Orange" plain as day. So either the bottles got switched before she did my nails...or I had a brain spasm and picked up the wrong bottle. Or else I misread the words "Cajun Shrimp" to say "Atomic Orange". They're similar enough, right?
A closer look at my nails, even in the dimly lit salon, did indeed confirm that they were kind of orangey but my fingernails were already done and I didn't want to have a clashing color on my toes so I told her just to go ahead with the Atomic Orange.
Then when I left the dimly lit salon, I was confronted with just how orange they are. As orange as a pumpkin on acid. Orange like a setting sun.
Orange like, say, an orange koosh ball and fake goldfish (What, I like to have toys on my desk)
Weirdly enough, I actually think it's growing on me.