Although I think the bracelets at Kate Spade are ridiculously over-priced, considering they are even more ludicrously marked up in the Singaporean stores, I think I am in love. Sadly, I can't bring myself to buy it. No, I should not pay for a line that much. I will write it in my heart, and wear it in the insides of my wrist.
I went to wash my hair at my favourite salon today, and one of the manicurist asked if I wanted to do my nails. I declined because my nails were brittle and crumbling like an ancient forgotten castle. But, she looked at me with such earnest-ness, proclaiming she would rescue them. My nails, ever the damsels in distress, could not resist. But, what I wanted to write about was the very strange fact that I went out of my way to choose a colour I have not worn before or would normally wear. It was the shade of a rose that had drunk too much coffee. However, when it dried, I looked at my nails, and it was exactly the shade I usually paint at another nail salon. I was stunned, for a moment. Do we consciously set out for something new, just to end up with the same? Perhaps we are always attracted to that one thing. Perhaps, it is just the way the wind blows.
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