Don’t let a gray day color you gray.
Paint your nails sun-shiny.
I just did.
It’s a cheap trick.
But it makes me happy.
They say it’s the little things.
In 1970, Mom got me my first-ever yellow nail polish. As for the green she gave my older sister, I made off with that too.
The yellow was Colmans Mustard and was a perfect match to cover dings in a bachelor-driven custom-painted MG.
The green was guacamole. Pretty enough to eat. Or at least gnaw off your nails. Which, though temptation ran high, I never would.
A bold cocktail ring is a great add-on. I got this sunburst of Murano Glass beads in Venice.
If you still feel blue, tag along with a pal to the beach and get your toes in the sand.
And then take off your dress.
Tempt the sun out from behind the clouds.