The nail polish was one of the new environmentally friendly and animal welfare approved kinds. It was good too - fun. She felt so girly in those pretty hues, girly is way that ignited her soul.
The nail polish was as if new pastel petals had settled upon her hands and chosen to stay there of their own free will.
"Let's face it," said Letty, "the only way I'm doing nail polish if is it's the kind that gets done in a salon and remains chip-free for weeks or months... until it gets redone. I love the way it looks, but ask anyone, there's a bit too much 'girl of the woods' about me to spend my time on preening."
Nail polish was a special occasions thing for Matilda, otherwise it would chip each time she did anything practical with her hands. She wasn't a doll, but a woman, and women have things to do... real things... other than appear as if they spent their days being shop-window mannequins.
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