I’ve never been a huge fan of pink. I don’t dislike it, but I don’t love it.
The last pedicure I got before Audrey was born I just felt COMPELLED to do pink.
When the doctor said, “It’s a girl!” the day Audrey was born I looked at my toes and thought, “Of course !”
It took me two months to get a new pedicure. I could blame sleep deprivation and just not giving a hoot about what I looked like, but it was also that I wanted to hang onto that pink. That color that was so not me. But all of me.
The next pedicure I got was in the midst of my maternity leave. I did something TOTALLY out of character. Turquoise blue. Pink starfish. Summer. Sunshine.
The week I went back to work I got my toes done and went back to my classic red. Powerful. Appropriate. It felt right, but also made me a little sad.
Life is short. Go with your gut. Paint your toes whatever damn color you choose. No matter the season or time in your life.