Scarlet Letters

I painted my stubby fingernails scalding scarlet last night. Honestly, I need to keep my nails painted in winter or they shred down to the quick and bleed all over the place (makes it hard to type). I just reached into the basket of 30 seconds dry nail polish (because I am WAY too busy/impatient to do two coats and let it dry for an hour before I do anything) and pulled out the first one I grabbed.

At first I thought, "Oh. Damn." Then I thought, "Well why the hell not? Why should this color be reserved for toes? I'm on retreat this week so who cares?" Between the incredible amount of snow, the lack of sunshine (although the sun is out in full force today, it's the first day in 2 weeks that I've seen the orb in the sky), and the usual post-holiday doldrums,



I needs me some scarlet fingernails to cheer me up every time I look down at the keyboard. (Also, it brings to mind early 90s television glam where all the women had their nails painted this color, filed to a narrow point. Ahhh the 90s.)



Typity-typity.

It's crucial to find the little ways of making hard core winters in Central NY bearable. Here are some other cheerful images that beat back the winter blues, pulled from my phone. (I take most of my photos these days with the camera on my LG Lotus. Is that bad? I don't care. It's convenient.)




Essential reading (heh), and The Scalehouse Brew Pub with music by The Brothers MacRae.