Polish and paint the town

Summer is the smell of coconut butter, the sound of  flipping-flops and the sight of painted toenails.  Teen-age Girlfriends paint each other and grand women go to salons, but either way, polished digits cause a girl to get giddy. 

The challenge is always the color, and though I usually lean toward the coral shades (never blues, greens, or browns); today I feel like RED.  Red is the color my mom would put on her fingers when she got all dressed up to go out with my dad.  Red is the color of the lipstick that my son’s 3rd grade teacher would ceremoniously pull out of her case and apply to her lips just before she planted a “big one” on his cheek to reward him for not disturbing the class for one whole day. 

And red is the color that I’ll use to paint the town with tonight.  A  grand saying that requires explanation: 

According to answers.com: “Painting the town red” originally meant to engage in a riotous spree. Today, it just means to go out and have a good time. You don’t really have to riot. The reference is to a tale dating from 1837. It is said that year is when the Marquis of Waterford and a group of friends ran riot in the Leicestershire town of Melton Mowbray in England, painting the town’s toll-bar and several buildings red.

Now, I must say in all honesty that when the Marquis went out on his infamous evening in 1837, I whole-heartedly agree with his color selection, because who really wants to paint the town blue, green or brown?

BONUS READ : if you really want fantastic facts on the evolution of nail polish click on this site.  Do you know the name of the 1920’s movie star who’s  polished nails became the american fashion trend?

Never look a gift horse in the mouth

I was handing out the much-anticipated popsicles when my grandchildren began to whine about my color choice for them.  Ah, a “teachable moment,” I thought; a chance to enlighten them on the old saying which I recited, “never look a gift horse in the mouth.” 

The dumbfounded expression on their faces seemed to beg explanation and so I jumped right in and told them that when a person buys a horse he always checks the horses teeth first so that he doesn’t pay too much for the horse.  If the horse is really old, his teeth are longer because his gums have shrunk or receded.  And since you don’t want to pay more for an old horse, you check the teeth.  But, if someone gives you a horse for free, it would be rude  and ungrateful to check out his mouth.

Totally missing the point of the proverb, my grandson shows me the little pointy nubs pushing through the space in his mouth where his baby tooth once dwelt and my granddaughter, who always has her finger clamped around  her loosest ivory explains that another one is almost ready to come out.  And I flash back to a time when I could feel my own salty vacant hollows with my tongue.

And that jiggling, pushing, slightly painful, bloody, tooth- fairy time of life must have really made an impression on me because I am one of the millions who have that reoccurring dream of loosing ones teeth…….. which brings to mind my last dental appointment.

My brand new dentist gives  his quick assessment of my dental situation.  Eventually all my fillings will need to be replaced.  The silver is breaking down and there is some cracking, but we can take it slowly, repairing a few at a time.  I sit in the chair flinchingly pondering the cost, the time, and the pain committment that this will entail. 

Reading my thoughts and sickened expression, he says, “well you know, some of these fillings look about 30 years old (being generous here).” 

His young assistant, sensing that I wasn’t at all feeling better, attempts to bring some levity by saying “but your gums look really good.”