Painted Nails
From the moment we walked into the large colonial home, which was embraced by mighty oak trees, my eyes were bouncing from the landscape and house to the painted fingers of the other man in our little group of three. A little voice inside my head kept repeating, “there has to be a story behind this.” I was sure there was.
However, I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask a question about painted fingernails. So, I didn’t ask for the first forty or so minutes we were together. But, very near the end of our tour the three of us took a few moments to sit around a dining table in the breakfast nook to talk about what we had seen. That’s when comfortable courage eased the question from my lips.
“Tell me about your colorful fingernails,” I proposed to Ryan Butler, someone I hardly knew.
“Oh,” he started. “I had forgot they were still painted.”
Ryan then went on to say that as his children were growing up he would enjoy time sitting with his young daughters as they painted his fingernails. It allowed them to grow closer together.
“This time my little niece painted them when she and her parents were staying with us,” he continued, our shared experience of having daughters unlocked the door of friendship.
Our conversation caused me to recall a time when my own daughters had invited me to go with them to a nail salon to get a pedicure with them. Toward the end of our sprucing-experience they cajoled me into getting my toenails painted a deep blue with snowflake highlights. I agreed, just to please them, knowing I would be the only one to witness our painted-toe-pact. Yet, confidentiality was not to be so.
A day or so following it was snowing a good bit. That storm ended up leaving six or eight inches of snow covering the ground when I received a call from someone asking to tour a home in Erda. When the time came for me to leave my house I slipped my snow boots over my bare feet and drove to the house to meet people I did not know. And, of course, when we were about to enter the door we removed our boots out of courtesy to the property owners. That’s when my blue toes with snowflake accents were revealed!
Who knew such toe decorations could generate such laughter between strangers?
The backstory of unexpected painted nails caused strangers to become friends quickly. The same way as Ryan’s panted fingernails increased the depth of our friendship in short moments. Strangers came closer together swiftly on both occurrences. We were able to relate to each other as parents, uncles, aunts, or grandparents.
As a result of sharing painted nails and toes, we shared tenderness of heart.
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I’m Lynn Butterfield, Real Estate & Lifestyle Expert and Television Host for American Dream TV in Northwest Arkansas. I’ve helped hundreds of Buyers and Sellers, as a real estate agent and Associate Broker with Coldwell Banker, to discover where and how they want to live and work; to achieve what I call Realesation™. That’s why I bring you American Dream TV, Both Sides of the Fence, About the Dish, Monday’s Warm Cocoa and Home by Design Magazine to stir your heart and mind. Contact me so I can join you along your own unique path of discovery.
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