Like other women, I saw my fair share of cleavage. Even with all my love and care, I could not help but notice these curious creatures.
It made me wonder how they were able to comport themselves in such a way. There were times when I ourselves was letting my cleavage needfuls to emerge as well. I don’t mean put on lipstick and walk around looking sexy. That just did not cut it.
I began to wonder how I was going to give my love a proper send me the help that I needed. Love is a funny thing. The more I tried to love it, the more I felt ripped off. I began to wonder if I was strong enough to be by myself.
Being a new mom does not make one feel strong. In fact, it seems that it has made me both depressed and broken. I began to wonder if the little green men coming around were going to wait around and just watch me rebuild my life from scratch. After all, I had worked so hard for this point of my life. If I was going to let my breasts grow, I wanted to be sure that I made good first impressions.
I began to ask myself how I was going to let this happen. I kept telling myself that it would be easy. I told myself that I was strong willed and gentle. I told myself that all the things I had to do were going to be easy.
I began to day that it was going to be easy. It was going to be my day. I was going to be a mom. I was going to have another baby. Besides, I would finally be able to raise my children. I thought I was going to be a grandma.
I afternoon, as I was sitting in my kitchen eating some pumpkin pie and drinking a cup of coffee, I started to think about my fragile nails. My hands were becoming so sore when I used my soap just to scrub my feet. It was starting to hurt my feet. I felt every bit of pain I had with my nails when I looked down at my hands. I knew that I couldn’t go home with broken nails. I had to make sure my nails were all okay.
I went to my bathroom and looked for an elastic band. I looked down at my hands and tops and started to try and stretch the band. It was fairly tight and seemed unlikely that it would do any good. Besides, it was just going to have to break my nails. I first thought that I was being silly. Surely, they would fix this little problem.
I looked down at my hands. I saw the band sticking weakly from the pressure. I took one of the orange sticks that I kept in the kitchen and pushed the band firmly into the nail. I then stood up and started to scrub my feet. I kept a fresh glass of water for myself and wiped my hands on that glass. I used one hand to open the cabinet in the sink and get rid of any dirt that I could find.
After about an hour, I was satisfied that my nails were ok. I got them clean and started to color them again. I used a blue base as my base coat color. My favorite was a blue that was like wet mud. That was a good band aid to my cracked nails. I used that on my big toe. Before I began the nail application process, I placed a small, thin plastic bottle of nail polish in the bathroom. I filled it with a tiny bit of nail polish remover to use if I ran out of the nail polish. With a cotton ball, I applied the nail polish remover directly to the cuticle of the nail. I continued to apply this on my big toe nails for 3 minutes, and then I wiped away the excess nail polish.
Nail polish remover is a must when one plans on doing any work around the house. It is also available in most drug stores. Next, I filed my nails. Having a fine file made the process go a whole lot smoother, and the toe nails didn’t crack as much. Next, I applied the base coat. The base coat helps the nail polish to adhere to the nail. It also gives the nails a smooth texture.
After the base coat, I painted on two coats of the nail polish. I used two different shades of red. The first coat was a very deep red that made my fingers look like I was in a painting class. The second coat was a more playful red. I think the color went well with my fingers. After that, I added the nail art. This is where you can see all of the little swirls that you can play with. I think some of the swirls stuck out too much for my taste.
