The very last one! (No pressure!)Īs a pick-me-up in between rewrites, I headed to the nail salon around the corner from my apartment, picked out a jelly bean jar’s worth of shades and had them painted across my fingers and toes. I was delighted with it.įast forward 33 years or so, and I was preparing for my very last minute TED talk (as some of you know, I was asked to speak three weeks before TED 2018), which I had suddenly learned was going to be the closing talk of the conference. But it felt grown up and so, so beautiful. As a manicure, it was a total mess - gloppy, uneven, with as much on my fingers as on my actual nails. I remember being transfixed by the color as I painted it, clumsily, on my nails. The polish was an iridescent plummy color, in a spherical bottle with a long handle. Her favorite color was purple, and this manifested in her wardrobe, her bedroom, that candle, and her cosmetics. She was in the tub, probably, a wisteria-scented candle burning in the corner. My first memory of nail polish is from the bathroom in my mother’s apartment.
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