I walked into work today, plugged in the computer, and began to do my thing. And then I noticed my nails.
Blue You. A beautiful shade of aqua blue, slightly chipped at the edges, completely out of place with my straight jack black suit.
Blue You…defined my weekend. Friday to Sunday I rested. I was burn out from a week of late nights, putting out mini fires and an intense day of hating happy ‘in love’ people. I was pooped, so I snuggled my bum into my huge papasan chair, and watched movie after movie, after movie.
And by Sunday I had the blues. I was rested out. I needed some action, some mac-tion, some basic attention.
So I jumped at an offer to shake a leg, and out came the polish…Blue You.
Blue You is the kind of color that makes you forget the deary snowy weather, and makes you will yourself into a Caribbean state of mind. Blue You inspires tequila shots, and decadent Malibu martinis. Blue You inspires you to shake your rump and get dipped*. A little dipping does wonders for the soul.
Best of all, at work the next day, the tattered remains of Blue You can put a secret smile on your face….
*The Latin dance kind ofcourse..