Paint Yer Toes and the Town! (or Happy Valentine's Day)

Yeah, Valentine's Day. I never did dig the forced feeling to it. I like genuine expression (which is not to say it can never coincide). I know how to be by myself (in fact I need it), to be my own best friend, and all that jazz

But for some reason, I found myself in a real funk today. Found myself wanting that kind of attention (today) - hearts and flowers, sweet nothings, romance, and passion. I started to wallow a bit and that bothered me. That's not like me. So, I decided, that while I didn't want to be in that state, I had to dignify the feelings. I decided to just live alongside of them..

Now what?
I decided to indulge myself in sensual delights. I took a LONG hot shower, and lotioned up. I ironed a pretty lavender shirt. I spritzed the shirt and immersed myself in the delectable Moon Petal Musk.
(which you can read about - Ah, But is it Worthy?)

Then, to continue in this vein, I decided to do something I haven't done in a long time, but enjoy.
I decided to paint my toes bright red:






One only knows where this can lead from here. Maybe I will go and get some champagne and flowers! Very worthy indeed.


Have a Happy Day Y'all