For those who know me best, they understand that matching has never been a big thing for me. In fact, I prefer to call myself a blender. I don't like matched sets in many of life's categories. I think it's the rebel in me. We have one matched set of furniture in our entire house. Nothing in our living room is a set, dining room, etc. You get the picture. We don't even have matching bedside tables.
In college this was a source of at least slight frustration to several of my friends who believed that clothes should actually, well, match. The pinacle of their frustration had to be one of my favorite "put together outfits" which included several lovely shades of winter white with my favorite tan shoes. I loved mixing all those wonderful neutral colors together.
Anyway, back to my toes and lips. I remember the days of looking at my grandmother's Avon catalogue and wondering if there were really any people in the world who bought the coordinated sets of lipstick and fingernail polish. I don't still don't know if there are, but I do know that, entirely by accident, I stumbled into this arena. I've worn a shade of lipstick that I love for the past few months - a beautiful bronze. Well, Thursday, I was looking for a shade of polish for my very bare looking winter toes. (Spring is right around the corner...) Anyway, picked one out, came home and just before bed had a second to paint the scary toes. The next morning I put on some lipstick, looked down at my toes - Oh my gosh! It's happened. I match.
I really don't know what to do with myself now.
